#also sorry for any mistakes

[redoqs]

ok so I have a request bestie if you're willing to, so what about reader fucking Donna with a strap so hard they break the bed? but they just keep going on the floor fuck the bed

Yeah…I’m having thoughts so uhhhhh you mind if I go a bit far with this?

NSFW under the cut so minors please don’t interact

Donna heard the birds chirping happily outside of her window as the sun settled high in the sky, the soft noise infiltrating her ears and slowly rousing her out of her sleep. Squeezing her eye tightly first, she opened it lazily, blinking a few times to filter away the vestiges of sleepiness and bleariness that she could still feel flowing throughout her body. That wasn’t the only thing her body was feeling right now. As she stared out into her room, she could feel the soreness exuding from her lower body, specifically her inner thighs. Blushing, she couldn’t help but smile as the memory of last night came filtering back into her mind like a soft current, the memory bringing back a spark of joy that was becoming more and more common.

Taking a deep breath and basking in the silence of the room, she noticed that her back was cold and for the first time she noticed that the blankets that the two of you normally shared was pulled lower than normal, the fabric covering her lower half. She furrowed her eyebrows slightly, knowing full well that she hadn’t fallen asleep underneath the blankets. Exhaling the air trapped in her lungs, she carefully pushed herself up to her elbows, pushed her undoubtably wild hair out out her face and turned onto her side to face you, the bed creaking almost dangerously at her movements. As she settled, her hands underneath her head, her eyes wandered your sleeping form.

Unlike Donna, you were lying on your back, lips pressed together and your forearm thrown over your eyes as if to block out any possible light, like a makeshift blindfold. Donna watched as your fingers twitched slightly, a telltale sign that you were dreaming. The smile she had one broadened, not at all surprised at the fact that you were still sleeping this deeply at this point in the day, not after the night you and Donna had. The woman in question blushed deeper as her gaze trailed down your body, over your neck and towards your bare chest that was rising and falling slowly. Donna lightly bit the inside of her cheek when she noticed that your nipples had hardened, no doubt due to the coolness of the room. Her tongue darted out to moisten her suddenly dry lips as the memories of last night continued to race around in her mind, the arousal slowly beginning to make a reappearance. Part of her wanted to take you into her mouth, to swirl her tongue around the stiffening buds and bite down on them softly, not too hard but just enough to rouse you from your slumber…wake you up so you could take her again…Donna wet her lips again, her attempts to keep her thoughts chaste as her arousal began to grow more heated by the second futile as she tore her eyes away from your chest and down your torso towards your…oh…

Donna swallowed hard as she stared directly at your pelvis. She would be blind, absolutely blind, to not acknowledge the fact that you were still wearing your strap on, harness and all still wrapped securely around your waist as if you were too exhausted to even bother taking it off. Donna could feel the heat on her face creep down her neck, her chest beginning to bloom with pink and she let out a soft, very self satisfied smile. That was exactly what had happened. The two of you had been together nearly the entire day yesterday; touching, groping, kissing and making love to one another well into the night in various, various ways and by the time both of you had finished, neither of you had the energy to go to the bathroom and clean up, you draping yourself over Donna’s back, your weight mixed with her exhaustion causing her to buckle and fall onto the mattress, the legs squeaking in protest as the two of you fell asleep almost instantly, you still buried deep inside of her. You must’ve woken up at some point during the night and threw the blanket over Donna because the woman was certain that the covers had been knocked to the floor within the first thirty minutes of last night activities. Donna felt her begin heart pound at the sweetness of your gesture. You were always so sweet to her…though you did possess the ability to trade that sweetness for something else should the occasion arise and it most certainly did arise last night.

Donna eyed your length hard, pulling her lower lip between her teeth and chewing on it lightly as she examined you closely. She had came around you so hard, so many times last night and despite the fact that her arousal had long since dried on the strap, her tongue tingled at the idea of taking you into her mouth to taste herself, a new spike of arousal burning in her core at the thought of cleaning up the mess she had created all over you while you watched…or as you slept. She chewed her lip harder, feeling herself growing wetter at the thoughts that bloomed inside of her head as she looked back towards your face and then back down towards your length…the two of you had discussed a lot of aspects of your shared sex life; what the two of you enjoyed, what you didn’t, what you wanted to try…she recalled you saying that you’d like if Donna used your body while you were sleeping, giving you explicit consent that she was allowed to touch, taste and use you whenever she wanted. At first, while Donna was apprehensive, certain that she wouldn’t do something such as that often, or at all, but now…seeing you like this…

Her heat was beginning to burn a hole through her core as her neediness overcrowded any other thoughts. Slowly and carefully as to not wake you, Donna sat up, the covers falling away from her bare body and she shuffled closer to you until she was sitting near your legs. Keeping her eye on your half covered face, she reached over and lightly grasped your calf, sliding your leg closer towards her in order to spread them. You didn’t move, only continued to sleep peacefully as Donna repeated the action with the other leg…slowly…slowly moving your limb until there was enough space in between them for her to occupy comfortably. Maneuvering herself over your parted legs, Donna kneeled in between them, sitting back on her knees as the bed mattresses dipped, creating a cringey squeaking sound. She kept watching you, taking note of any change in movement should she find any. She didn’t and once she was sure that you wouldn’t wake up, not yet at least, she leaned forward until her hands pressed into the bed, another creak filling the air. So close, she was so close. She waited a moment…then two…when the third passed without you reacting, she finally took her chance. Donna reached over and wrapped her fingers around your length, sliding her hand up and down slowly, from base to shaft as her heart pounded, both at finally being able to feel you and at the realization of what she was doing, despite having already been given permission to do this. Your breath hitched slightly at Donna’s pumps and she ceased her movements immediately, looking up your body to gauge your demeanor. Fortunately, your breathing returned to that of a deep slumber and Donna didn’t wait any longer to complete her task.

Leaning forward, Donna’s parted her lips as her tongue connected with the base of your cock, taking her time to travel upwards, the woman barely able to contain her moan as her own scent filled her nose, her own taste filling her mouth as her eye closed in bliss. Lord, even hours later she could still taste herself on you and she couldn’t believe how hot the entire ordeal was. She wondered what this would be like if she had immediately taken you into mouth after she had finished coming all over you. She repeated her motions, licking from base to tip and back again, trying to devour as much of you and herself as she could as she thought about how excited this made her feel. This was…she couldn’t deny that this whole thing made her feel like she was in control, like she was allowed to take whatever she wanted of you whenever she wanted, even during your rest. She didn’t see the appeal of this in the beginning. Despite the fact that you explained that you wanted this and she wouldn’t be taking advantage of you, it felt like it was almost too far. Now…now here she was, her lips wrapped around your cock and she was drinking all of you in while you were dreaming. Donna getting her fill while you were none the wiser and that…that got to her more than she was willing to admit.

The thought made Donna moan and she increased her pace, her hand coming up to grasp the lower half of your length as she twisted her palm around it, her lips still on the upper half as her head bobbed up and down faster, her core throbbing as her thoughts began to get away from her. How far could she take this? What if she hadn’t wanted to only clean up her mess and instead wanted to reach her own peak? Would you be able to feel her weight as she sank down on your cock, the toy stretching her out as she began and grind against you, bounce up and down on your lap until she came all over you? Donna moaned again, drops of salvia beginning to leak from her lips and onto her hand as she once again quickened her pace, her mind much too preoccupied to notice the hitch in your breath or the slow, barely noticeable thrust of your hips as she continued. Her tongue swirled over the head of your length before she sunk back down, her clit throbbing almost unbearably. Donna would never allow herself to think of you as anything less of a person, but right now it was difficult, so difficult to not get overwhelmingly wet over the fact that she was taking you right now simply because she could.

“Oh fuck…”

Donna pulled away from you immediately at the sound, the back of her hand coming up to wipe her mouth as she stared at you in shock, mentally berating herself for the fact that she had stopped paying attention to you. She couldn’t believe that she had been so into her actions that she hadn’t realized that you had woken up and the fear coursed through her body like an unwanted infection. You were laying back on your elbows, your head tilted back and exposing your throat with your eyes closed as your chest heaved in a way that was familiar, you body quaking as if you were about to explode. When you noticed that Donna’s movements had stopped, you looked forward, your eyes wide with a deep seated want as your hips began to thrust upwards slightly as if searching for Donna’s mouth again.

“No, no don’t stop, please.” You begged, laying down on your back as your hands came up to grasp and knead your breasts, your hips continuing their movements. “Please…I’m so close...”

You were…close? The hilt of the strap on must’ve been rubbing against your clit, the friction feeling amazing and that’s how you woke up. The way you were squirming slightly, your hips thrusting into the air, your lips parted as pleas and whimpers escaped them, Donna couldn’t deny you of what you wanted. Leaning forward, Donna wrapped her fingers around your cock once more and took you into her mouth, pushing down further and further until she reached your shaft before beginning her earlier actions of bobbing her head up and down quickly, wishing that you could actually feel her.

“Fuck…” You groaned and Donna felt your fingers slide over her scalp as you gripped her hair gently. When she felt your hips begin moving on their own accord again she decided to remain still and let you take the lead, letting you take as much, go as deeply as you needed. You picked up the pace instantly, your hips thrusting hard as you thoroughly fucked Donna’s mouth, the legs of the bed squeaking from movements.

“God, your mouth feels so good on me like this.” You groaned, your legs bending at the knee so you could thrust faster. “You’re…so good for me…so fucking good…”

Your cock filled Donna’s mouth over and over again as you whispered out compliments and praises and she couldn’t help but reach down to her own core, groaning at just how wet she had become as her fingers swiped over her clit quickly, her arousal no doubt dripping all over the bed while your breathing became harsher and more ragged.

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna come.” You warned and you looked down towards Donna, your eyes barely open and burning with pleasure. “Can I…?”

Donna looked at you through her eyelashes and she nodded, knowing very well what it was that you were asking for, you did this almost every time the two of you used this particular toy. She knew as well as you did that you couldn’t actually finish in her mouth, not like this, but she loved when you asked as though you could. The idea of you spilling into her mouth and down her throat only for her to swallow every drop, the sounds of your wanting moans and pleas to let you come, the way you looked, so full of pleasure and lust…it was more than enough for Donna to want it and your kept your movements steady.

“Fuck…fuck…” You let out a long moan as you thrusted into Donna’s mouth hard once…then twice…finally a third time before your hips began to spasm as your chest heaved, your breath coming in ragged as you tried to gather yourself after falling apart underneath Donna’s touch.

Donna pulled away from your length with a satisfying pop, her clit throbbing almost painfully and her entire body on fire as she continued touching herself, you finally getting a hold of your breathing. You sat up, your eyes wide as you examined Donna’s body and watched her fuck herself, fingers drenched and hips bucking as she tried to reach her own peak. Donna stared at your length, the entire toy sparkling in the light of the room from her. The toy was standing erect, teasing Donna as if it knew what she wanted just as much as she did.

“C’mere, c’mere.” You whispered as you leaned forward to lightly grasp Donna’s arms and pull her towards you, Donna whining at the loss of her fingers on her clit as you shuffled backwards until your back hit the headboard. “I want you to ride me, want you to come all over me, please…please…”

Donna nearly came from your voice alone, the tone reaching a pitch that she has never heard from you before. You sounded so wanting, so needy and Donna couldn’t help be feel so loved and aroused because of it, knowing that this had affected you just as much as it affected her. It was a large contrast from the dominating force you had been last night and your constant change in mindset when it came to the bedroom was something the woman couldn’t get enough of. She wasn’t sure how you could be so…hard and dominating in one setting to soft and needy the next, always saying please, practically begging for the opportunity to please Donna and the woman would never deny you, she couldn’t, not when she wanted it just as much as you. Letting herself be pulled, she shuffled over and settled herself over your lap, her legs bracketing either side of your body as your hands found her hips, fingers beginning to trail up and down her sides, her torso, her back, her breast, anywhere that you could reach you caressed, leaving not a single inch of skin untouched. The attention sent shivers all across Donna’s body and she scooted closer, her cunt coming into contact with your cock and before she even took the opportunity to think twice, she rolled her hips forward, grinding her clit against the silicone and letting out a deep, ragged moan as she closed her eye. The hands on her body stopped moving, nails digging into her waist as she rolled her hips again, harder this time, the friction against her clit feeling absolutely incredible. She felt your fingers dig in deeper as you buried your face into her chest and guided Donna’s hips forward, rocking your own in time with her thrusts, allowing her to feel even more as she grinded against your cock. Donna threw her head back at the sensation, the feeling making her clench tightly along nothing, her core dripping with a sharp want, with a demanding need as the rocking kept going at a steady pace.

“You’re so pretty…” Donna heard you murmur, your breath hot against her chest as the bed creaked in time with the thrusts. “You’re…so beautiful, Donna. I’m so glad that you’re mine…”

The words settled in both Donna’s brain and her core, the latter clenching harshly once again and she kept grinding, her moans growing louder and louder to longer this continued. This…fuck, this felt so good, so amazing but she needed more, she didn’t want to grind against you, she wanted you to be inside of her. Raising up to sit on her knees, she sighed at the loss of contact on her clit as you pulled your head away to look at her…your eyes…they’re were always rich, always incredibly dark but even still, Donna could see your pupil overtaking the warm brown she had brown used to as the lust continued to take over. She was certain that her own eye looked the same as she gazed at you, her head nodding slightly at the question she found in your irises. Your tongue poked out to lick you lips as one hand fell from Donna’s waist, the limb reaching down to grip your cock in order to keep it still, the other hand guiding Donna back down lower and lower until the head of your length found the woman’s entrance. Donna gasped at the feeling, her hold on your shoulders tightening as she sank down further, your cock stretching her out deliciously, beautifully.

It wasn’t long until she had taken ever inch of you as your hands rested on her hips. You gave her some time to adjust and at Donna’s nod, you helped her up slowly, going higher and higher off your length until Donna almost believed you were tying to pull her off completely. Almost…until you brought her back down hard onto your cock, her ass slamming hard onto your lap as she took all of you again, much faster, much harder and much deeper this time. The gasp that left Donna’s mouth was sharper than glass, a long, nearly delirious moan ripping through her throat as you repeated your actions, bringing her up and forcing her back down, going harder and faster each time until you set a harsh, rapid pace, your own hips driving up into the woman over and over again, burying yourself in her and making her yours. You moved your hands around to Donna’s back, fingers trailing down until they found her ass, nails digging into the skin as you brought her down on you over and over and over again and Donna couldn’t do anything more than hold on, wrapping her arms around your neck and burying her face into your shoulder as you fucked her, nipping hard as your skin in a futile attempt to stifle her groans of immense joy.

“Talk to me, baby.” You whispered into Donna’s shoulder, your pace not stopping. Vaguely, Donna heard the sound of a small snap but she couldn’t bring herself to register where it was from, or even care. “How’s it feel?”

“S-so good…” Donna moaned into your neck, her thighs beginning to burn from the constant rising and falling. She wasn’t very talkative in bed on her own volition but when you asked her a question she always tried to answer, even if her responses were broken between thrusts. “You feel-oh fu…you feel so good, darling…”

“Mhm…do you like knowing you can use me whenever you want? You like using me using me as you own personal toy?”

She…yes, yes she did. You were more than that to her, much more and she knew that you knew that but right now, as she continued riding you harder and harder, her hips rolling against you as she tried to take more, more, more…she loved knowing that you only belonged to her, that she was the only one who was allowed to have you whenever she wanted, where ever she wanted it. You’d give it to her, you’d always give her whatever she wanted and she loved knowing that more than anything else in this moment. The creaking of the bed grew louder and louder though not loud enough to drown out your and Donna’s combined moans and Donna nodded quickly as a response, a breathy chuckle soon rewarding her.

“What if I hadn’t woken up while your mouth was on me?” You asked, the bed wobbling. “Would you have gone further? Maybe crawl over me, slide yourself down on my cock and fuck yourself on me all while I was sleeping?”

Donna couldn’t being to fathom how you knew this but she couldn’t bring herself to deny it. “Y-yes…yes. I would’ve, I…fuck, darling…”

“I know you would’ve because I know how greedy you are. All last night…you just kept begging for more and even after fucking you to sleep it still wasn’t enough. Even in my sleep you wanted it and you’re too fucking wet to even deny it. You wanted my cock that badly?”

“Yes! Yes, I wanted it…I-I always want it.”

Your thrusts became harder and Donna squeaked as you managed to hit that special spot deep inside of her as you whispered, “Why?”

“B-because I’m greedy!” Donna screamed, her nails digging into your shoulder blades as the pressured built up deep in her core. “I’m…I’m so…darling, please…”

“Please what?”

“Please…make me come, p-please.”

The admission, the talking, the way you made her admit how badly she wanted you, it all only drove her to ride you that much harder, the bed groaning in protest. In her lust crazed mind, Donna didn’t even register the fact that you had stop thrusting into her a few moments ago, that you were now letting her fuck herself on you, letting her use you like a toy while she kept going and going and going while the bed wobbled weakly beneath the two of you. She was close, so fucking close…then a series of snapping sounds pierced the air and suddenly both you and Donna yelp as she felt herself falling. She held onto tightly as the support beams for the bed frame caved in and the mattress fell to the floor, broken pieces of wood trapped underneath it. The impact made her gasp brokenly as your length was pushed that much further into her and she buried her face into your neck as you held her close.

“Holy shit…” You commented on awe, your head swiveling as you you looked around at the broken frame and the collapsed mattress. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t-“

You were cut off by your own moan as Donna’s teeth sunk hard into your neck, her hips resuming its harsh pace as if the bed hadn’t just collapsed underneath her. “Darling, don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”

“But…fuck.” You moaned again, your hands coming back to Donna’s waist, nails digging in. “The bed-“

“I don’t care. Please…I need you to fuck me.”

You groaned at Donna’s use of the expletive, the woman knowing how much you enjoyed hearing her swear. It was always effective, seeing as she very rarely did it and this time proved no different. You tightened your grip on Donna, stopping her erratic bouncing entirely. Donna whimpered as she felt her impending orgasm slip away, her breath hot against your neck as you pushed the both of you forward. With your cock still buried deeply inside of her, you laid Donna down on her back and crawled in between her legs, arms bracketing either side of her head. Donna immediately wrapped her legs around your waist and clung to you desperately, as if she were terrified of her leaving before she got her wish. But you wouldn’t deny her and you didn’t waste a single second pulling your hips back, the strap on sliding out before you thrusted back into her deeply, your hips snapping against Donna as you quickly picked up the pace. Donna groaned deeply, the sound coming from the depths of her chest as she held onto you for dear life, your own moans filling in the gaps between Donna’s. The sounds of the bed no longer existed as you fucked Donna harder and deeper into the mattress, the woman in question throwing her head back and allowing for you to lean down and skin your teeth into beautiful, pale skin. It was all Donna could do to keep from screaming as you licked and sucked on a sensitive part of her throat but it was so difficult to contain it, her gasps, her whimpers, her screams as you continued to stretch her out like this, as you kept fucking her like this, as that familiar pressure began to build up quickly once more, much faster than it had any right to.

“God, baby, I wish…I could feel you…bury my cock in you.” You moaned, pressing kisses across Donna’s neck until you reached her ear and began nipping at her lobe. Your own voice sounded just as broken, just as needy as Donna’s and she could tell that you weren’t too far behind her. “F-fuck, I wanna…I wanna feel how wet you are for me…feel you clench around me.”

“Darling…” Donna whimpered, closing her eye at the thought. She loved how you talked to her, especially when you were in the midst of losing control yourself and you were revealing your deepest desires.

“I just-oh fuck-I just want feel your mouth on me…your tongue on my cock…baby, fuck, I want to come down your throat so bad…”

“I’m…” Donna moaned at the absolute filth spilling from your mouth, pushing her head back deeper into the mattress as you kept hitting that spot deep inside of her, her nails leaving crescent shaped marks in your back. She was…she was so close…“I’m…”

“I want to f-fill you…I just want you to take everything I give you…fuck, I wanna come inside you…”

That idea…the feeling of your warmth spilling in her, the sensation of being filled to the brim with you was too much for Donna and she began quaking underneath you. “C-coming, I’m coming…”

“Fuck, yeah, please baby,” You kept your pace steady, fucking Donna in all the right ways as you nipped at her neck, leaving reddish-blue marks all over her. “I want you to come all over me.”

“Come in me, [Y/N]. C-come inside me.”

Donna could barely get the request out before the words turned into a silent scream, her back arching hard as she came around your cock, her walls squeezing over your tightly as her come began to drip over her skin and onto the sheets. At the same moment you came as well, your thrusts become sloppy and uneven as you nearly seized on top of her, riding your orgasm out as you moaned deeply against Donna’s skin. You prolonged your and Donna’s orgasms as much as you could before your arms buckled and you collapsed onto the woman, your full weight on Donna as the two of you panted in clear exhaustion. The room was silent, save for the sounds of tiredness as the scent of sex filled the air. A few minutes of pure ecstasy passed before Donna’s arms and legs unwrapped from around your body and you pulled out of her, rolling over until the two of you laid next to each other and stared at the ceiling.

“Well…” You panted slightly before you looked over at her, giving the woman an exhausted, yet humorous grin. “Good morning.”

Despite her fatigue, Donna couldn’t help but to chuckle. “Good morning, indeed. It seems that…you’ve broke the bed.”

“Hold on, me?! Weren’t you the one who was riding me and caused the bed to break?”

“You were the one who wanted me to ride you in the first place.”

“And you enjoyed every second of it.”

Donna nodded in agreement. “I very much did in fact enjoy it.”

The two of you chuckled as you blindly reached down to under the straps to the harness, various clicks sounding throughout the room as struggled to undo a particularly stubborn clasp and Donna snickers, pushing herself up to help you remove the strap. Once all of the buckles were undone, she pulled the toy out from underneath you and tossed the entire thing blindly across the room, noting to pick it up and clean it off later. She then laid back down, scooting closer to you to cuddle, her hand coming down to massage the raw skin where the harness once was and the two of you smile at one another.

“Are you okay?” You asked, eyes suddenly filled with worry. “I didn’t-we didn’t really check with one another last night, or before this, to make sure we were good. I didn’t hurt you, did I? I didn’t do anything you didn’t want?”

Donna smiled and leaned in to give you a small peck on the lips. “I feel amazing. Everything was incredible, darling, do not fret. Even the part when you informed me that you wanted to…come down my throat.”

It was hard to see the blush blooming along your cheeks due to your dark skin but Donna could tell that you were embarrassed. “I…listen, it was in the moment and…”

“And?”

“And…I just thought…I-I mean, I’ve been…you known what, you liked it, I don’t know why you’re bullying me about it.”

Donna laughed again and pushed her face into your chest. “I did enjoy it. I always enjoy the things you say.”

You pulled Donna closer, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “Good, because I have a lot more I can say.”

“And I’m excited to hear them.”

You smiled and sighed happily, your eyes looking over Donna and towards the broken bed frame. “What are we going to do about the bed?”

“I suppose we can order a new one from the Duke.” Donna replied.

“We just bought this one, though. How do we explain the fact that we’ve broken the bed we ordered five months ago?”

“I supposed we could ask Alcina instead if she knew someone who could-“

“Nope, nah, I’ll talk to the Duke later! Anybody but Alcina. I don’t need her knowing what we did.”

“I feel the same. We can talk about the bed some other time. As of now, I’d like for you to hold me.”

You were more than happy to oblige that request.

#sorry this took so long😅 #hope you like it! #also sorry for any mistakes #donna beneviento #anon #redoqs rambles #i just realized this said reader fucking Donna until the bed breaks…uh…does it still work? if not I’ll change it

[melonpaya]

silly little comic 

#huntlow #hunter toh #luz noceda #willow park #toh #the owl house #my art #love how my style changes half way through LOL #also sorry if theres any grammar mistakes or just mistakes in general

[the-shrimp-alchemist]

that feel when u burn ur house down and pretend not to be sad about it

#fullmetal alchemist #fma #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric #alphonse elric #winry rockbell #october 3rd #uhh #shrimp art #doodles #i threw this together as fast as possible so i would have something to post #i have like. zero patience for drawing rn lol. if there are any mistakes im sorry both to you and myself #also ed looks taller than winry here but it's only bc his boots. it's okay. #comic

[rafeandonlyrafe]

your duke

words: 4.7k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mentions of having children, duke!rafe, 1800S au, royalty au, probably a lot of incorrect era things but idk! bear with me yall, maid!reader, implication of noncon but it is not actually described, r*pe aftermath, poisioning/murder, assassination plot, kinda angsty but happy ending, slowburn ish? i fell in love the way you fell asleep, slowly and then all at once

you are humming to yourself as you wipe down the surfaces off the room, collecting the nonexistent dust on your rag before turning your attention towards the bath, filling it with hot water, anticipating the dukes return.

you move onto the bed next, filled with extravagant silks and embroidered blankets. you make it perfectly, erasing any evidence that it was slept in only for the duke to create a mess when he comes back to his chambers.

you know you should feel lucky, getting to work in the palace with one of the kings closest friend and advisor, but it's tedious maid work, barely worth the couple gold coins you get at the end of every day.

you don't realize that the duke has entered until the door slams shut behind him, making you jump up, eyes wide as you turn and give him a quick bow, keeping your head down.

“good evening, duke cameron.”

“evening.” he addresses you back after a moment, allowing you to rise. you have to hold in a gasp, you always forget how beautiful the duke is.

“i filled the bath for you, sir.” you gesture your arm towards the bathroom. “i will take your garments for cleaning once you ready.”

“thank you, y/n.” the duke says, making your eyebrows rise. you have only been working for a couple weeks, and only recently got reassigned to the dukes room. you introduced yourself only once, and certainly expected him to instantly forget your name.

you watch as he goes behind the thick curtain into the bath, entering only when you hear him sink into the warm water with a satisfied groan.

you keep your eyes on the floor as you step around the corner just long enough to grab the clothing off the floor before fleeing with a bow to clean them.

you head to the lower levels of the palace, smiling at the other help that you see as you head towards the laundry room, quickly cleaning his clothes before hanging them on a line meant specifically for the duke.

“on your way back up to duke camerons?” the voice makes your back snap straight, turning to look at mrs. peregrine, her name living up to her hawkish features, a stern old woman but one to be admired for running the entirety of the background of the palace, coordinating maids and assistants, even running the kitchen with an iron fist.

“yes ma’am.” you nod.

“the king has requested that he receives a personal assistant.” she says, looking you up and down with a disapproving look in her brown eyes, so dark they almost appear black.

you wait patiently before she sighs. “my goodness girl, im offering you a promotion.”

“oh!” you raise your eyebrows, not expecting to move through the ranks so quickly. “yes, ma’am… what does being a personal assistant include?”

“you will bring up his meals, take requests and fill whatever he needs and… keep him satisfied.” you immediately understand the implication there, letting out a quick nod. she almost looks sad for a brief second before her features harden again. “get his dinner tray from the kitchen and bring it up immediately.”

you rush to the kitchen, grabbing the tray indicated for the duke. you hurry up the stairs, but are careful not to spill the plates loaded on the silver platter.

“dinner, sir.” you call with a knock, glad when instead of telling you to come inside that duke cameron opens the door for you. you set the tray down at his dining table. you wonder what the palace chambers of the king are like when a dukes looks like this.

“are you my assistant then y/n?” rafe asks, sitting down as you stand at the other side of the table, hands clasped together, waiting, but you're not sure what.

“yes sir.” you nod quickly. “anything you wish i am… here to serve.”

“are you hungry?” he asks, making you scrunch your brows together.

“what?” you know you shouldn't question what the duke says, but you surely must have heard him wrong.

“are you hungry? the kitchen always gives me more than i could ever eat.”

“oh- i- i am fine, sir. thank you.” you say, but your traitorous eyes betray you as you look at the food, bread smothered with butter, steak dripping with juice.

“no more with the sir, please.” he waves his hand. “makes me feel like my father. just call me rafe.”

you let a light laugh slip. duke cameron-rafe is remarkably young to have risen to the ranks so quickly. some even believe he is who the king will appoint if he doesn't produce an heir.

“and come sit down.” rafe kicks out the chair next to you. you step closer, easing yourself down into the wooden chair.

rafe takes one of the plates and loads a few things on it before setting it in front of you with one simple word. “eat.”

you're not going to argue with duke, and the meal is no doubt the most extravagant that you're ever going to get to taste, so you begin to eat, eyes widening when you taste the warm bread, so unlike the old stale loaf you get for cheap from the market.

rafe looks satisfied when your finished, pushing his cup of wine towards you to finish off.

“thank you, s-rafe.” you both smile.

“it's my pleasure.” rafe says, standing up and moving to flop down on his bed, placing his hand on his stomach. “so much good food.”

you bite your tongue, resisting the urge to say that there are people right outside the palace walls starving.

you quickly collect all of the silverware before placing the serving tray outside of the door to take back down to the kitchen later. maybe you'd even be able to sneak some more food now that you have access.

“what else can i do for you, sir?” you ask, looking out the window as the sky darkens. you wonder when you'll be dismissed now that you're an assistant to a duke, not just a lowly maid.

“come here.” he calls, eyes now closed as he lays on the bed.

you move quickly, putting your shame to the side. you know what is being requested of you now as you step to the edge of the bed, looking down rafes body until you are staring at his crotch. your hands reach cautiously until you cant wait any longer, grabbing the hem of his pants.

the dukes eyes pop open, pushing your fingers away. “what are you doing?”

“i-i am so sorry, sir!” you take a step back before sinking to your knees, bending your head down. “i thought you wanted to receive your… your nightly pleasures.”

you keep your eyes trained on the plush rug, but you can hear that rafe has moved to stand directly in front of you.

“you are not a whore.” his words are harsh for a moment, but then he kneels down next to you, his fingers touching under your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “i do not expect you to do anything for me that you do not want to.”

“sir, it's included in being your assistant.” you explain.

“i will not ask you to do anything lewd, understood?” he asks, holding your eye until you nod.

“you… you are a good man.” you say, letting him take your hand to help you stand, your dress falling back around your ankles.

“if only.” he looks into the distance for a moment before shaking his head. “you're dismissed.”

“yes sir.” you lower your head, rushing out of the room.

-- two weeks later --

“would you ask the kitchen for chicken today?” the duke asks as you adjust his outfit, quickly learning his tastes as you fold his collar down.

“roasted?” you question, smiling when rafe shakes his head.

“and make sure you tell them i want lunch too.” you know exactly what the duke means. he will no doubt be eating with the king, but he wants you to get food from the kitchen for yourself. you would refuse, but it gives you something to do as you wait around in his chambers, waiting to be called on.

“yes, sir.” you nod before leading him to the door, opening up the door with a bow as he goes to yet another meeting. he seems to always be involved. you don't know his personal politics, but from the way he treats you, you're sure he must be a good man.

you spend some time cleaning as you wait for rafe to return, as well as getting lunch and wandering the hallways, seeing how far you can go without seeing anyone.

you are relieved when time rolls around for you to draw a bath for the duke, excited to see him.

the door opens as you turn with a smile. “good evening, rafe. how was your day?”

“busy.” he admits with a sigh. you can tell he looks tired. “is the bath ready?”

“yes, sir.” you say, not able to always resist the formalities.

rafe nods, walking past you but not before laying a hand on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as a thank you, like he is too tired to even say the words.

you wait to hear the water before stepping in to get his clothes.

“y/n.” rafe says.

“yes sir?” you ask, keeping your eyes cast downward.

“would you… would you massage my shoulders and head? please.”

“of course.” you drag a stool towards the edge of the bath, glad to see the water is still steaming, no doubt relaxing rafe. you keep your eyes firmly away from lower down his body as you rub over his scalp and shoulders, working out the kinks in his neck.

you're almost sure that rafe has fallen asleep as you continue to massage, unable to resist as you lean in and take a small inhale, smelling his unique scent that is near intoxicating. you wish his room smelled more of him and less like you, it seems like he never gets to relax unless it's to sleep.

“why are you always so busy, sir?” you ask seriously. “the other dukes spend half the nights on the town and the other half at their summer houses. you work yourself to death.”

“for good reason.” he simply says. you sigh, you're not going to get anymore than that.

-- three months later --

“would you go to albion with me?” the duke asks, your eyes widening as you almost choke on the perfectly buttered biscuit you have in your mouth.

“of course!” you nod. “ive never left the city before.” you long to see the countryside, and even if you are going as an assistant, you would never turn down the opportunity.

“never?” he raises an eyebrow. “not even as a child?”

“no.” you shake your head. “i had to work ever since i was a young girl.”

“it's a shame.” the duke says. “you aren't like the others…”

“what do you mean?” you question, taking a timid bite of the roast chicken.

“like the people i see sleeping on the streets. you have manners, you work hard… you're beautiful.”

you can feel your cheeks blush bright red. “why thank you.”

“this is when you pay me a compliment back.” he smirks, using the charm he is so well known for.

“you are… very handsome.” you say before taking a quick sip of wine.

“come on, anything specific?”

you know exactly what you are going to say. “your eyes.” you quickly attest. “they're… they're enchanting. i imagine they are what the sea looks like.”

the duke smiles, blue eyes sparkling like the sun reflecting off the waves, and you swear you could melt right there in your seat.

-- one week later --

“is this your first time in a carriage?” the duke asks as the coachman reaches his hand out to help you into the small enclosed area.

“yes.” you nod, taking in the plush seats before sitting down, rafe sitting across from you.

“im glad i get to show you this then.” rafe says with a light smile, opening up the windows to allow you to look out as the horse begins to clop through the city streets.

you watch with excitement as the cobblestone roads turn to dirt and stone paths, brick buildings being replaced by rolling hills, crops, and distant farmhouses.

you chat with the duke throughout your travels, his smile growing whenever you point out something out of the window, loving your excitement when you come across a heard of cows, or cross over a wooden bridge.

“i want to show you everything.” rafe mumbles unders his breath, realizing in that moment how deep he is in.

its only a few more hours before you arrive at albion. your duties are much the same when at the kings palace, retreating quickly to make the dukes room just as he pleases, even adjusting the pillows to how you always find them in the morning.

you explore the help areas of the albion manor, glancing into the various rooms as you learn the layout, since the duke does intend to stay for two nights.

“exploring, are we?” rafes voice makes you jump as you turn suddenly.

“please excuse me.” you bow down when you realize duke cameron is with the duke of albion.

“is this your wife, duke cameron?” he asks, looking over you and your curtsey.

“why, no.” you can tell from rafes voice that he is delighted by the question. “though you would never guess it, she is my maid.”

“such a gorgeous maid.” you can hear them step closer, but you keep your head turned down until the duke of albion clears his throat and you stand.

you can see that rafes face has changed from a smile to cautious displeasure as the duke looks you up and down, a jeer taking over his face.

“she is a wonderful maid. a great conversationalist, too. she rode the entire way in my carriage and i was not once bored.”

“can she dance?” the duke of albion asks.

“ask the lady yourself.” rafe turns to look at you, nodding encouragingly.

“i have not danced since i was a child.” you say, keeping your voice quiet and soft. you know that there are dukes out there sick on power, and you're not sure the duke of albion is one of the good ones like your duke cameron.

“well, we must change that, shouldn't we duke cameron?” he turns to look at rafe, who nods. “invite her to the ball tomorrow night.” it's all he has to say before walking away. you let out a breath of relief once he turns down a hallway.

“you don't have to go to the ball if you don't want to.” rafe says as you begin to walk towards his room. you stay a step behind him like a proper maid. “i will make up an excuse for you if you wish, but…” rafe pushes the door open, allowing you to enter the chambers first. “if you want to don a pretty dress and arrive on my arm, i will not deny you the chance.”

“i would love to. as long as i only have to dance with you.” you can't imagine being passed off to random men.

your duke smiles at you before nodding, setting down at the dining table, where food must have been recently delivered as he portions some out for you.

“where are you to sleep?” he asks as you begin to eat.

“i visited the helps chambers already, i will sleep in a cot there.”

rafe frowns. “a cot? that is unacceptable.”

“it's just as nice as the one i have at home.” you admit with a casual shrug.

“you do not own a bed in your house?” rafe questions. he's never thought too much about your living situation before.

“i rent a room.” you say simply. “i don't even have a house or a whole apartment to myself.”

rafe is quiet until you're both done eating, seemingly deep in thought.

“you are sleeping in the bed tonight and i shall sleep on the settee. and we shall find new living arrangements for you when we return to the palace.”

“sir-”

“there will be no arguments.” he says, with a tone of authority you've never heard before. your mouth zips shut.

--

“im afraid im going to be sick.” you press your hand to the front of your dress, a soft pink fabric that must be more than your entire yearly salary for just have the material of the gown.

the duke of albion sent a few different options. they're clearly old dresses from maybe his wife or other manor women. you even made an attempt to do your hair rather than just pull it back into a bun or braid like you often do.

“you look beautiful.” rafe squeezes your hand. “and you have nothing to be nervous about. i will not leave your side.”

rafe waits for you to nod before stepping through the doors. he would turn back and take you back to his chambers if you were truly too nervous, social consequences be damned. rafe couldn't care less about his place in society, not when he knows he's been written into the kings will to take over the crown if he doesn't produce an heir with his wife before his death.

you're glad people are paying more attention to rafe than the women on his arm as he leads you around the room, greeting people and introducing you simply as lady y/n, not mentioning that you are his maid and assistant.

you watch a few dances with fascination, the twirling skirts of the women far more appealing then the men.

“want to try the dance floor?” he asks, squeezing your hand gently.

“yes.” you say honestly. you weren't sure, but to look into rafes eyes while the band plays is too tempting.

rafe leads you towards the center of the room, thankful the dance has already been done once, as you mostly remember the moves as he leads you through it, a wide smile on your face.

-- one week later --

“is everything moved?” rafe asks as he enters the room, eyes widening when he realizes it's been completely stripped, even the curtain separating the living area and bathroom has been taken down.

“yes.” you nod. “mrs. peregrine said there is no one else moving into this room, so.” you shrug. you feel a little sad about leaving the chambers that you've grown so close to rafe in, but he himself requested a bigger chamber. he must not ask for much, because the king quickly accepted his request.

two beds. you walk up one more flight of stairs to the newer bedrooms, family chambers for those who live inside the palace with their children, or for those who will have their maid live with them like rafe.

“no more cots for you.” rafe says as you enter the room. you can't help yourself, tearing up when you see your bed. yours. 

“good tears?” rafe confirms before pulling you in for a hug. the touching may be frowned on by society, but you find comfort and familiarity in his hold, having grown so close over the past months.

--

you are humming softly with a smile on your face as you bring down rafes laundry, the last task for the night before also retreating to your bedroom.

“y/n.” mrs peregrine says, her hawk eyes landing on you and the bundle of clothing in your arms.

“yes ma’am?”

“the king has requested a new maid for the night. he wants someone young. go.”

it takes a second for her words to process before you realize what she's asking for.

“i-”

“you can go back to duke cameron in the morning, he wants someone new for the night. go. now.”

you drop the laundry, considering running. either out of the palace or back to rafe, but mrs. peregrine follows behind you like she can read your thoughts until you're standing in front of the door to the kings chambers. you can hear lewd noises from behind the carved wood, the golden handle gleaming.

mrs. peregrine grabs and turns it before pushing you in.

“ah, a new one!” the king grunts, a mess of bare skin taking up the massive bed. “get over here!”

--

“where were you?” rafe asks, grasping your shoulders the second you enter the chambers, the morning sun not even rising yet, having fled the second the kings head hit the pillow.

you open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a loud sob as you lean forward, burying your face into his chest. 

“shh, shh.” rafe wraps his arms around you, letting you cry into his chest as his hand strokes gently up and down your back. “i got you. you're okay.”

he leads you over towards the beds, bypassing your own and taking you to sit on his, arms still holding you comfortingly.

“i-i had to go to the kings chambers.” you swallow thickly, glad you don't have to explain any more as rafes face turns to one of anger.

“the king disrespected you. he disrespected me. and he disrespected his wife. something will be done about it.”

you're not sure what your duke has planned, but you trust him.

--

rafe watches with anticipation. he planned to wait another couple months, to build up the tolerance of the kings food taster to the poison he's been slipping in, but after what you were subjected to, he will wait no longer.

every meal the taster ate outside of testing the kings food has had slowly increasing amounts of poison in it. he hadn't quite reached lethal yet, but rafe hopes he will at least last long enough for the king to eat before showing any signs of sickness.

rafe watches with anticipation, barely touching his own food as the taster tries everything. a bite of mashed potatoes, of chicken, and so on before nodding and passing the plate to the king.

he's too cocky for his own good, not even waiting for a minute to see if the taster has a bad reaction before eating, sure that he was too untouchable.

rafe hides his smile when the kings face turns pale, sputtering before falling face forward into the mashed potatoes, knocked out dead.

--

the palace is in an uproar. you were waiting for rafe to return to the chambers from his dinner with the king and other dukes when someone bursts in.

“the king is dead. duke cameron is now the king. come now.”

you hesitate before they rush out of the room. your feet move before your mind does, rushing after what you must assume is an advisor.

you hear loud crying, desperately sad, heartbreaking screams as you're lead to the kings chambers. your eyes widen when you see the former queen being dragged out, mourning with loud sobs the loss of her husband and title.

“king cameron is waiting for you inside.”

you walk in, surprised when the door swing shuts behind you. you look around the grand space, not having truly taken it in the time the king had you brought in.

“rafe-” you run to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. he's stood near where the bed used to be. it must have been his first order, to have the very bed you were disrespected in taken out of the chambers. you hope it gets burned.

“i did it for you. for us.” rafe holds you close as it sinks in. rafe killed the king.

“i want you to be my queen.” rafe pulls away to look you in the eye. “i want you to be my wife.”

“i-” 

“the former queen is pregnant. hopefully with a boy. we will rule until he is 13 then vacate the throne. we can go to the countryside, i can give you the life you deserve-”

you cut rafe off by pressing your lips against his. he hesitates for a split second before kissing back, holding you even tighter to him.

“id be honored to be your wife.” you whisper against his lips. “i love you.”

“i love you so much.” rafes tongue slips into your mouth, distracting you from thinking too hard as he kisses you, your bodies turning warm as he leads you towards the couch, laying you down on your back as he hovers over you, not allowing your lips to seperate.

“we will…” rafe gasps out, pausing his words to kiss you again. “we will rule. we will amass wealth. we will retire with our money to the countryside.” rafe squeezes your waist. “we will have as many children as you want. none, if you want. anything for you, my soon to be queen.”

“i never thought id be able to have kids.” you sniffle. “you've given me so much.”

you reach up to take rafes face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks before pulling him down for a kiss.

“i love you.” you kiss him over and over. “i want you.”

“now?” rafe looks down at you. “are you sure?”

“yes, please.” you kiss him again. “replace my bad memories with a good one.”

rafe moves slowly, carefully undoing your dress until you're in just your underclothes. he continues to kiss you before turning the attention to himself, taking off his layers until he's in just underpants.

you run your hands up and down over his chest, lifting your hips as he tugs your final layer off.

rafe pulls away from the kiss to look down at your body. a smile spreads over his face before slinking down the couch he grasps your chest in his hands, cupping your breasts.

“i should have had them bring in a new bed first.” he chuckles, pressing his hips down into your thigh, allowing you to feel his length through his underpants.

“i need you now. please.” you whimper out. rafe smiles, unable to keep the grin off his face since his plan succeeded and he finally admitted his feelings to you.

“you never have to beg me for anything, my queen.” rafe says, pulling his final layer off. “you're never going to go without ever again.”

you feel tears well in your eyes as rafe lines himself up with your entrance, sinking deep into you as you both moan out. 

“i love you.” you whisper again, needing to tell him as many times as you possibly can.

rafe presses his lips over each over your eyelids, kissing away your tears.

-- 14 years later -- 

“it's everything i imagined and more.” you smile to your husband, having just returned from the tour of the vast gardens.

“nothing but the best for you, my love.” rafe spent years looking for the perfect retirement property as the new king grew up until he was of age to take over the title.

you push the hair back out of rafes face, admiring his features. there's a few increased lines on his face from the age and the stress of the crown, but the twinkle in his eye is all the same.

“i was thinking once we settle down here i will take you on a vacation to see the ocean. then we can get started on making those babies i promised you.”

“why not start now?” you smile, turning towards your bedroom as rafe quickly follows behind, the halls filling with warm laughter, much to the staffs relief, glad to have a happy couple as the new duke and duchess.

rafe closes and locks the bedroom door behind you, the curtains and windows open, letting in the clean country air, so different from the city that you've finally escaped.

“how many babies do you want?” rafe asks, pushing up the bottom of your linen dress up to reveal that you aren't wearing anything underneath, much to rafes appreciation.

“hmm.” you hum out as rafe tugs his pants down. “two boys, two girls?”

“i like the way you think.” rafe smiles, pressing a kiss your lips. “my queen. you'll always-” another kiss. “be my queen.”

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Yan!MIGUEL O'HARA (platonic)

warnings; obv possessiveness, creepy shit, Miguel 'feral' O'hara.

i just watched ATSV and I am OBSESSED with the thought of Miguel being this overprotective dad for a spider-kid. so here's a lil oneshot for you :))

Obviously SPOILER WARNING FOR ATSV, so shoo shoo if you haven't watched the movie

Miguel watched you, it's wrong but he had been watching over you since he had first asked you to be in the spider society. He watched you as you strolled through the Spider-society, laughing as Hobie told you a joke, your smile. it was warm and wide, your laughs could easily melt anyone's heart. And it melted his cold, hurt heart. He felt protective of you, how a father would for his child.

And ever since, Miguel felt protective and he obsessed over you. From your health, to how you were doing, things he would normally never care about. Especially when it came to teens, usually he would leave it up to Jessica to deal with the younger spiders. But with you, he felt like he had to protect you. And that he did.

When he first found you hurt on a mission, he felt something snap, it was as if he was possessed. He tore into the villain as if they were nothing.

Ever since then , you couldn't see him the same, every time you saw him you hid. You noticed how he changed around you, the amount of times that he had benched you because of some minor injury that wasn't even related to the missions he sent you on. Miguel became suffocating.

He noticed it, he noticed how meek you were around him. Your sunshine personality toned down around him as you timidly bowed your head around him. You were the closest thing to a child he had, ever since he let his daughter slip through his fingers. There was no way he would let you do the same.

This time was no different, he had called the 5 of you down to his space for a mission briefing.

"Fuck, I really don't wanna go." You whined as the hologram of him went back down in your watch. "I mean, we can ditch if you want. Y'know I'm down." Hobie said as he shoved his hands into his vest.

"Ughhh, I've missed like 3 of his dumb meetings, Jess said if I didn't want to get kicked out of this society I'd have to attend this one." Hobie shrugged.

"And? The entire point of being a spider-person is so that you could do anythin' you want. So fuck him, let's ditch that prick, alright?"

You laughed but then sighed, your shoulders sagging. You were going through something similar to what Gwen was going through. Your parents had found out that you were the spider-person in your dimension, when Miguel had found you, you were on the bridge of getting thrown in prison for being a vigilante.

He took you in, and your were stuck in HQ's dormitory for the time being. You were terrifed that the moment you went back home you were going to get thrown out on the streets or arrested by your dad.

"You know why I can't just ditch." You said, Hobie nodded. "Right, yeah I forgot. Sorry you can't just stay at my place, Gwendy took the only other shitty mattress I have."

"Eh, don't worry about it." You said as you kicked the non-existent gravel away. "Where are the others?"

"Oh, they're just finishin' up some mission, said that they're coming a little later." Hobie said as they got to what Hobie called Miguel's 'cave'.

"Y'know what lil' spider, Imma get goin', can't stand that knob right now." You rolled your eyes at that nickname as he ruffled your hair. He walked away, giving you a two fingered salute. "Yeah, yeah, what a great friend you are for abandoning me."

"You'll survive mate, you're tough like me." he says as he disappears into the brightly colored portal. You grumbled to yourself as the portal closed behind you.

"Tough my ass, god I hate that British asshole sometimes." You grumbled some more, you fiddled with your watch a little before a small hologram of Jessica pops up. "Heeeey Jessy-"

"Oh so you finally decided to show up hm?" You wince slightly at the tone and laughed it off awkwardly. "Harsh, but, valid. Sorry for missing all those briefings Jess, can you let me in...?"

You saw as the hologram sighed and the giant doors open, a gust of wind hitting your face. You sputtered a little before walking into the cold room, you walked up to the intimidating Spider-woman and grinned sheepishly at her.

"Finally listened to me, the threat worked right?"

"Oh yeah, definitely, scared the shit outta me." You nodded aggressively as you said it, Jessica let out a little laugh. "I was kidding by the way, Miguel would've murdered me if I kicked you out." She whispered as she walked up towards the platform as it descended.

You shivered. murder. You always heard, at least in your time at the spider-society, that superheroes never killed. But what you saw, what he did, it was burned into your head.

"Where are the others." Miguel's deep voice boomed, interrupting your thoughts. "We sent Pav, Miles and Gwen on a mission, they said that they would be here in a few minutes aaaand Hobie...?" Jessica turned to you.

"Oh!- Oh right uhm he said he didn't wanna come." You trailed off, Miguel sighed and muttered a few curses under his breath. "Y/n, you can inform him of the mission right?"

"Totes! Ahem I mean, totally yeah." You coughed, you felt as your face heated up. You wanted to curl up and die right there and there, why couldn't a portal open up below you and transport you literally anywhere else.

Miguel on the other hand thought you were adorable, how embarrassed you looked as you tried to hide behind Jessica. He wanted to scoop you up there, hold you close to him. He had to be patient.

"Alright," The platform finally descended down to the ground, allowing Miguel to walk down and near you. Yay, the last thing you wanted. He easily towered over you, his hulking mass of muscles were intimidating.

"You're not going on the mission." He says after he stares at you.

"...What?!" You exclaimed, earning a confused look from Jessica as well. "Right, we need all of them for this particular mission. Miguel, what are you talking about?"

"I've made up my mind, take Ben with them." He says to Jessica, his tone firm. Jessica wants to speak out but she shuts her mouth, walking out to talk to Ben.

"I- wait, no this is wrong, I've been benched for the past 3 fucking weeks-"

"Language."

"What?- That doesn't matter, just listen to me." You practically begged him. He let out a long sigh as he walked away, you followed behind him. "I swear I won't do anything reckless on this mission, I haven't been on a mission with my friends in too long. I'm missing on things."

"It doesn't matter, mi hija, it's too dangerous." He slightly turns his head. You scoff. "What, you think I'm not strong enough? I'm as much a spider-person as any other fucking spider-people in this society."

"LANGUAGE." He turns around sharply, fangs bared as he yelled at you. You flinched backwards, stumbling a little at the harshness of his voice.

"Mierda- sorry, I didn't mean to-" He says, you were backing away from him, memories from that night came back again. "Sorry for scaring you, I didn't mean to hm?" He tried going closer to you, he could see the fear in your eyes, how you cowered from him.

"Please don't look at me like that." Now he was begging you. He stalked closer to you, grabbing onto your arms harshly bringing you closer to him.

"N-No, stay back. You killed- you killed that man I-" You were hyperventilating, you couldn't catch your breath as the memories came back.

"He hurt you, I did it to protect you." He muttered darkly, but it still had an eerie hint of softness behind his words. He admitted it, he fucking admitted it. "And this, this is also to protect you, you'll understand in time, kid."

You were too busy struggling to notice what he wanted to do, he barred his fangs again and bit your neck, you gasp sharply at the sudden pain in your neck, you felt the feeling in your upper body start to lose control. You fell limp in his arms, you could feel him brush your hair from your face.

"I'm doing this to protect you, every time you come back from missions with injuries my heart aches." Miguel says as he brushes away the tears from your cheek. "That's why I've benched you, I can't lose you, you're mine."

You looked up at him as he looked back down at you lovingly, it was sickening. You couldn't move, the pain from the bite was throbbing as you felt yourself being lifted up. You felt small as his figure dwarfed you as he stood up, cradling you to his chest.

"I'll protect you, no matter what it takes." He whispers into your hair.

A/n: Ok this got out of hand, I am extremely inspired though I might make a follow up to this :))

we love a crazy dad around these parts, also hi i didn't die, i'm back with a new obsession teehee

#yandere platonic #platonic yandere #yandere #yandere miguel o'hara #x gn reader #yandere spiderverse #parental yandere #pls forgive me for being quiet for so long #only to come out with random shit #also #this shit is not proofread sorry for any mistakes in this

[swedenis-h]

:^)

#sequel flashback where Leia beats Luke’s ass my beloved #buff leia rights! #I coulda made her more buff I’m sorry :( #also have decided to make leia a lefty so I can just say it’s a headcanon and not a mistake every time #also I will always refrence their black and white motif any chance I get! I love it so much! #under the readmore: #leia definitely made dirt potions with Lola on Alderaan #I’m right #star wars #sw #star wars fanart #sw fanart #leia organa fanart #leia organa #luke skywalker fanart #luke skywalker #sw ot

[thesunisatangerine]

against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part two

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: implied sexual content

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 2.5k

You weren’t sure what woke you at first but when you opened your eyes, you found the brilliant, early morning light that streamed through a crack in the curtains. Groaning, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, not missing the unmistakable rustling of clothes somewhere at the foot of the bed. 

Peeking over the sheets to the source of the sound, you found Ale working to put her pants back on, her bare back to you. You propped yourself against the headboard as you watched on, biting your lip at how Ale’s tattoos deliciously shifted over her rippling muscles. She picked something up from the floor before she turned towards the bed and you caught sight of the darkening marks on her neck and chest. When she saw you looking at her, she smiled, a little bashful, which you returned in kind.

“What time is it?” You cringed at how you croaked out the words.

“Early. You should go back to sleep.” Ale said, putting her bra on as she kept your gaze.

You hummed. “I could say the same for you.”

Ignoring what she said you sat up on the bed, allowing the sheets to slide down and settle by your waist as you stretched. Ale’s eyes wandered to your chest which, you supposed, bore the same marks you could see on hers, and you relished the attention. Once she found your eyes again, you sent her a knowing smirk before you left the bed, headed to the closet where you grabbed the nearest fresh shirt you had, and tossed it to Ale. 

Without even looking at the shirt, she caught it with ease. You raised your brow, both in question and in wonder. In response, Ale just smiled innocently at you. Ale pulled the shirt over her head, hiding the marks from view, then she moved towards you, her eyes dark and shining with intent.

Your body remembered last night’s endeavours before you did: every nerve in your skin lit up in anticipation for Ale’s touch, a fuse waiting for a spark. She laced an arm around your waist and pulled you flush to her front with a strength that left you breathless, her clothed body firm against your bare flesh. Without your heels she almost towered over you that you had to stand on your toes to wrap your arms around her neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the words she spoke against your temple.

“As much as I’d love to stay, I have to go.”

You sighed, unable to hide your disappointment. But what did you expect? You knew what you were getting into last night–you knew this was meant to only be a one-time thing. Besides, you were never one for relationships anyway; all your dalliances were brief and fleeting, ending before they ever got serious. Still, something about Ale pulled you to her, a force that compelled a desire to get to know her. The logical part of you already accepted the fact that you’d probably never see her again after this, but a small part of you wanted to rebel and resist that fate. 

Unsurprisingly, logic won out.

“I shouldn’t keep you, then,” you whispered against her collarbone. Ale shivered and that made you smile: it’s good to know you weren’t the only one still feeling the effects from the previous night.

“You’re not making this easy,” she whined and you laughed. 

“Alright, alright. I guess it’s time for me to let you go.”

There was a moment of silence but not an uncomfortable one. You looked at her, soaked in how her features caught the morning light, how her fair hazel eyes almost appeared like twin golden suns. You were tempted to kiss her lips then but you settled for a chaste one on her cheek instead. “Keep the shirt, to remember me by and… a thank you for last night. It was wonderful.”

“I had a good time, too,” she hummed, a small smile on her lips. 

You returned her smile, and then you gently pushed her away as you took a step back. “Go, Ale.”

Ale stood there for a moment more, took one last look at you, gave you one last smile and she was out of the bedroom. When you heard the front door shut, you sighed again as something akin to regret settled in your bones. Maybe you should’ve at least asked for her number…

“So… did you have fun?” A deep voice filtered through the speaker before you saw the familiar mop of blonde hair and blue eyes on your screen. You rolled your eyes at his dry tone but you smiled nonetheless.

“Oh hi, Derek, I’m doing fine! Thank you for asking!”

Derek gave you an unimpressed look. “Come on. I need details cause that club was exclusive for a reason. So, did you hook up with someone?”

“Dude, stop! That’s so–” you shook your head, a palm over your face. You swore if he wasn’t family you would’ve… you breathed through your nose. “Thank you for the pass and everything but I’m not obligated to tell you shit.”

“Fine, I see how it is. Just ‘cause I’m not there you’re keeping secrets from me now, huh?” He raised an exaggerated eyebrow. 

“Then maybe you should’ve come here with me,” you retorted with faux annoyance. “What’s the point of you owning a house in Barcelona if you’re not going to use it? It’s literally rotting here! The fact that you haven’t even put any personal things in here is criminal!”

“And let this agency burn down to the ground while both of us are away? Pfft, yeah, right!” Derek scoffed. “You know it’s either you or me who can keep watch around here. Besides, the house can wait and you’re using it now, right? So, a win-win in my book.”

He was right but you weren’t about to tell him that so you opted to change the topic. “How are things on your end anyway?”

“Chaotic, as usual. And it doesn’t help we’re now down two–actually, three including you–of our best in the Spot News department.”

At that, you sat up from the couch, alarm and dread filled your body and you brought the phone closer to you. “Oh my god, did something happen?” 

Derek sighed heavily, his demeanour clouded over as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “It was Jones and Gilda–they’re stable, don’t worry!–they got caught in a flash flood on the way to the base at their area. Sick with some minor injuries, Jones more so than Gilda, but thankfully they’re both okay.”

At that, you breathed out in relief. You were well acquainted with the dangers that came with your job but you could never get used to how quickly a situation could get from bad to worse. The mere thought was enough to turn your hands cold. 

“When did this happen?”

“Early morning today in our timezone.”

“Oh, fuck. Derek, why didn’t you call me?!”

“Dude, you’re on leave. And it’s not that I didn’t want to let you know, I just wasn’t about to wake you up in the middle of the night to give you this headache. I’m just about done with the paperworks anyway.” A moment silence, then Derek sighed. “You really chose the worst time to go on leave. You know, I had to send Jersey to start covering Spot.”

“Not my fault you authorised it. I was happy to wait another month, remember? Wait, so if Jersey is doing Spot, who’s doing Sports?”

“I know, I know, don’t remind me ‘cause I’m already regretting it. And no one’s doing it. Spot coverage is more important but–”

“–we get a decent sum from Sports, too,” you finished for him. You did some quick estimation in your head: a month or two without Sports could prove costly, too great of a sum to let go. You hummed, rubbing your chin, but it didn’t take you long to realise that you could help out, your mind immediately fleeted to your conversation with Ale and her suggestion.

“I’ll cover it, Derek.”

“No. You’re supposed to be enjoying your leave–”

“Derek.” You fixed a stern gaze at him, the one you knew that he knew meant your mind was made up. Then you proceeded to reassure him that it was fine, and then you told him about your plan. “Alright, then, I’ll leave the press passes to you.”

“I’ll e-mail them to you once I get ‘em, most likely by tonight your time. I–” 

“Derek, you got to see–” Another voice filtered through the speaker while you watched as Derek turned his head to the side and held his hand up to whoever it was before returning his focus back to you.

“Okay, as much as I’d love to keep talking to you, Robert just brought me a huge stack of paper so I’m going to bail.” 

“Alright. Have fun, you. Talk to you later.”

“Ha ha, very funny. But seriously, thank you.”

“No worries. Kiss Mom for me when you see her.”

“I will. Love you, sis.”

“I love you, too.”

After calling Jones and Gilda to ask about their condition and to send them your well wishes, you decided to spend the rest of your day at the nearby square and the beach. A day as good as this wasn’t meant to be wasted by staying inside so you grabbed several rolls of film and your beloved Leica camera before heading out. 

It was already late afternoon when you found yourself trudging along the shoreline of one of Barcelona’s beaches, appreciating the orange-tinged skies and how the gulls called from above. When you looked to the horizon, you found a mother and her little daughter paddle-boarding just a hundred meters from the shore. You could see almost no details in the shadows of their silhouette but the large setting sun framed them in such a way that you felt to take a shot of the moment. So you adjusted your aperture accordingly, pressed the viewfinder against your brow, lined up your shot, and pressed the shutter.

“I thought you looked familiar… And I was right.”

Your thumb froze over the advance lever when you heard someone speak from somewhere behind you. That voice… could it be?

You whipped your head over your shoulder and found none other than Ale standing there. She was wearing a pair of jean shorts, a white opened blouse that put her toned abs and Nike sports bra on display, loose hair slightly damp, with a leash in one hand that lead to a small, fluffy dog. She also had on a pair of black wraparound sunglasses that she moved to the top of her head, revealing her hazel eyes that captivated your gaze immediately.

You could hardly believe your eyes and your luck; you already accepted her fleeting presence in your life but to meet her again in a city as big as Barcelona without any means of contact… that surely was nothing short of a miracle.

“Ale, hi! I–I never thought I’d see you again,” you said after you finally found your voice but as soon as the words left your mouth, your cheeks warmed. What were you supposed to say to a one night stand in this situation, especially when you clearly wanted it to happen again?

“Me neither. I should thank Nala for dragging me out here.” Ale grinned as she glanced down at her dog by her feet. You crooned as you bent down, then you offered your hand first and only after Nala licked your knuckles did you proceed to pet her.

“Thank you, Nala, for taking your owner for a walk.” At that, a hearty laugh came from Ale which caused Nala, who seemed to be overjoyed by the sound of her owner’s delight, to yip and wag her tail. And just as quickly as she had, she seemed to get bored and began to bound forward, urging Ale to move as well so you stood up, brushed the sand from your palms, and fell in step with her. 

For a moment, the space between you was filled by the sound of the waves, the sound of the shifting sand beneath your feet, and the ever-bustling noise from the city. Then you recalled your conversation with Derek this morning.

“I thought about what you said, about covering women’s football. I’m going to be given a press pass for a match, not sure which one they’ll give me, though. But do you know of any big matches coming up?”

“Really? That’s great! Do you have any particular team in mind or…?”

“Research is still on my to-do list so no, not really. I’m all ears for suggestions, though.”

“I see. Well, there is this match coming up: Real Madrid and Barcelona. Since you don’t know, there’s rivalry between the two teams so any match between them tends to get crowded. You should come watch.” 

“That sounds like a good one. I hope that’s what they’ll get me into. Will you be there?”

“I hope so, too. And yes, I’ll be there.” As she said this, her eyes shone with a glint not dissimilar to what you saw in them the night you met. Her lips tilted to the side, closed but quirked at the corners like she was holding in a laugh. If it weren’t already clear that night, it was now–you were definitely missing something here.

“What?” You asked, confused. What was she not telling you? But at the question, Ale only let out a small giggle, grinning as she did so.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, shaking her head. You didn’t believe her but you let it slide one more time and the fact that she looked so distracting didn’t help either.

She had her head turned to you, her loose hair framed her face and strands fluttered in the cool, ocean breeze. You had to tilt your head up slightly to meet her eyes and, without any bidding, memories from that night and the morning after filtered through your mind: the way she held you against her, the way you wanted her to stay… maybe you should ask her if she was free tonight.

“–what do you have in mind?”

You blinked. “What?”

Ale threw her head back, letting out another hearty laugh before she looked at you and you saw amusement swimming in her eyes. Then, she continued with a smirk, “you asked if I was free tonight. I said yes. Or… was I not meant to hear that?”

Your ears and cheeks burnt while you internally cursed your slippery tongue.  That was smooth. Real smooth. “Ummm…”

You woke the next morning with a delicious soreness between your thighs, a pleasant reminder of the way Ale ravished you last night. Similar to the first morning after, you heard the rustling of clothes being put on. But before you could fully open your eyes, warmth from Ale’s lips branded the skin on your shoulder. 

“I have to go. See you next time?” Ale murmured softly. You shifted slightly to the side and you saw how the sunlight behind her gilded her hair with an amber halo and made her eyes appear like molten gold. 

Brushing a loose strand behind her ear, you hummed in confirmation and pressed your forehead sleepily against the sharp line of her jaw, closing your eyes as you did so and you whispered, “you know where to find me.”

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing #a/n: introduced some fictional characters here for plot purposes and there'll be more later on (i hope that wont put off some people) #i tried not to info-dump but not really sure if i succeeded lol #also i find it difficult to write smut and its even harder without talking about feelings so nothing yet folks im so sorry #and idk when the next part will come out cause its one of the parts that arent fleshed out but ill try to finish it by next week #just a reminder: im tweaking minor details as i go so the most accurate copy of all the parts will be on my ao3 (@thesunisatangerine) #apologies for any grammar and spelling mistakes ill work on em later #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader

[nightingaleinberkleysquare]

#happy trans awarness week #have some trans fish facts! #if im wrong about any of these please let me know #marine biology #transgender awareness week #my first actual post #wow #also im thinking of making daily or atleast weekly fish fact posts idk if im going to do it yet though #also ignore my horrible handwriting #autism #special interest #sorry for the spelling mistakes

[skrunksthatwunk]

skwisgaar punished arc

#twirling my hair hiiiiii metalocalypse fandom #also sorry if i fucked up the boys' designs at all 1) this is my 1st time drawing any of them and 2) i didn't look up refs. lol #truly a fuck it we ball moment #metalocalypse #mtl #skwisgaar skwigelf #william murderface #toki wartooth #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #skwistok #anyway i binged all 4 seasons in like 5 days. my brain has been hijacked by these stupid awful terrible horrible jerks. >:/ #still need to watch aotd though smhing my head #they jacks off? they jacks off together but it ammenst homoskectuals? it ams more likelies than yous think! #also the straight floor is covered in crumbs. if you even care #see skwisgaar is pretty in that italian leather shoe type way that timothy chalamet is. like paper mache #anyway hope i didn't fuck up their voices too bad more content on the way whatever see ya✌️✌️ #sigh. edit: i resized all the panels bc they were just like. cartoonishly small. they're a bit low res but eh. legible enough for me #i drew it too small </3 a mistake i won't make twice mark my freaking worms #skrunkart

[klokaqueer]

✦ Dethklok Kewpies ✦

#let me post this before i stop being proud of it lol #pls ignore any mistakes you see #by no means is this perfect #also sorry if this has been done before #pickles the drummer #william murderface #nathan explosion #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #metalocalypse #mtl #dethklok #metalocalypse fanart #fanart #my art #my artwork #mine

[redoqs]

More ass shaking on Donna or else 🔪

Alright alright! I gotchu please don’t kill me! I guess we can call this a part 2, part one is here!

Slightly nsfw. No sex but there are references to it and hella teasing because, cmon, I’m writing it so minors I would prefer if you didn’t interact

Donna rocked back and forth on her feet, toes pressing firmly into the hardwood floor as her teeth clenched softly around her hair tie, hands gathering as much hair as she could to place it in its usual bun. It had come undone last night after you hand pulled it out, your fingers desperate to sink into Donna’s soft locks and pull her closer as you took your time riding her fingers, bouncing up and down on her long, slender digits as Donna looked up at you, her faced no doubt resembling that of awe as she gazed at you like you were some kind of goddess. In her eyes you were, a goddess that deserved to be ravished in the most beautiful of ways.

Gathering her hair in one hand, Donna grabbed the hair tie from between her teeth with the other as she pulled her hair up, glancing towards the bathroom door in the mirror, a heated blush spiking against her cheeks as she quickly averted her gaze back to herself. Last night had been…unexpected. What had started out as a chilling, discomforting night had quickly melted into a familiar warmth and then a harsh heat as you drove back to the house, not wanting to waste a second to clean up the mess you had caused between Donna’s legs with your very…sensual dancing.

Donna rolled her eyes at herself as she thought about her reaction to you pushing yourself against her. She’s always been nervous around you—a fact that she was certain would never change—but now the feeling had increased so intensely that Donna wished she had her veil on whenever she was around you as she was sure the blush on her cheek resembled the red of a stop sign. Not because she was embarrassed of you, no that wasn’t the case at all. It was just…she hadn’t been…you’ve never done that to her before and she wasn’t really sure how she was supposed to react around you now that she had seen that side of you.

The same way you always act around her, idiot.

That’s what Angie would say to her if she saw Donna’s current state.

Donna’s hands fell to her sides the moment you emerged from the bathroom, steam spilling out of the room as you readjusted your hold on your towel and caught Donna’s eye in the mirror. You smiled brightly, skin glistening from the small beads of water that remained on your dark skin and you moved to stand behind Donna, wrapping your arms around her waist and pressing your face into the woman’s exposed neck.

“Your shower cap is still on.” Donna informed with a shy smile as the plastic rubbed against her ear and dampening the skin. You seemed to always forget to take it off whenever you finished showering but Donna would never grow tired of reminding you.

Pulling your face away from her neck, you took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror before smiling again. “So it seems.”

Donna reached over her shoulder and gently tugged off the cap, you hair immediately falling out of it and revealing the curls that the woman lived so very much. Sitting the cap down on her dresser, she shivered as your lips found the junction between her neck and shoulder, kissing the skin there as a reward for her efforts.

“Thank you.” You stated as you unwrapped your arms from around your girlfriend and moved towards the closet, pulling the doors open as you examined the hangers for an outfit for today. “So…you seemed to have really enjoyed last night.”

Donna blushed again, feeling the heat of your smirk without even needing to see your face as she turned around from her vanity to look at you, watching while you pull out a random blue flannel shirt you haven’t worn in months. “I…near the end, yes. I wasn’t expecting you to…you know.”

“To throw it back on you?”

“If…that’s what it’s referred to then yes.”

You turned your head to look over your shoulder, a devious glint sparking in your eye as you looked forward and put the shirt back on the bar. Donna almost questioned the look before nearly choking on her saliva as she watched you drop your towel, the fabric pooling around your ankles and exposing your absolutely gorgeous back, legs and…ass. Donna throat closed at the sight of you, her heart racing as you began to lean forward to reach the bottom drawer of the small dresser you kept in the closet.

“And what did you like about it?” Donna barely heard you ask as she watched you pull out a pair of panties, examining them closely, as if you were wondering if you should wear them for the day or simply neglect them for the time being.

“I…” Donna trailed off, her throat drying as you decided against the pair and began searching for a new one, your ass pointed directly at her. “Uh…I enjoyed how you…felt…”

Donna trailed off, pupils beginning to dilate as you bent over even further, evidently deciding on another pair of panties to put on and placing your legs through the holes. Then you slowly, criminally slowly, pulled the fabric over your legs and over your hips, the panties hardly covering your ass despite how well they fit you. She tore her eyes away quickly as you turned around and sauntered towards her, stopping until you were hardly an inch from her face.

“How I felt?” You whispered, that over confident smirk still causing the corner of your lip to curl. “How how did it feel? Can you describe it for me?”

“I…um, it was…” Donna was breathless as she tried to keep her eyes from wandering your bare torso. She couldn’t deny it, she loved when you got like this, asking her questions while barely dressed, talking to her in that tone of voice that turned her mind to static. It was always times like that that she wondered how she managed to snag someone like you. “You felt…really nice against me…”

She wanted to say more but her mind wasn’t working well right now and you knew it. Reaching over, you gripped Donna’s arms gently and turned her around before placing a hand on her chest and pushing her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed, forcing her to sit down on the edge as you stood above her, the beads of water having dried by now. However, you didn’t remain standing for long as you turned around and placed yourself onto Donna’s lap, reaching around to grab the woman’s hands and place them on your waist. Donna bit back a groan at the feeling of your full weight on her, nearly moaning as you began to grind your ass against her throbbing core.

“Is this what you liked?” You asked as you guided Donna’s hands upwards and over the expanse of your torso, running them up and down just beneath your breasts. “Me against you like this? You never had this before, have you?”

“No…” Donna admitted, having trouble drawing in breath. “No, I…haven’t.”

“Then I’m honored to be the first. I could tell that you liked it, did you know you were moaning while I was dancing on you?”

“I, huh? I was?”

“Yeah, you were. It was cute and pretty hot, actually.” You replied, gyrating your hips in harsh circles as your ass continued to grind against Donna and turning her on even more. “I honestly was surprised, I didn’t think something like that would get you going so easily.”

You guided Donna’s hands higher, pale hands covering your breasts, your dark ones enveloping Donna’s as your squeezed them, biting back a moan as you let your hands drop, though Donna’s stayed as she slowly worked you, your nipples steadily growing harder and harder with soft grasp.

“Would you like to do that again?” You asked, your voice hardly a whisper at this point. “You got so wet from me doing it the first time, I can’t believe how soaked you got because of it.”

“Yes, please…I want that. I-you feel amazing and I…”

“You what?”

“I really want you.”

“I’d love for you to touch me.” You chuckled at Donna’s admission as her hands left your breasts and slide down your torso and over the fabric of your panties. Unfortunately for her, however, you only grabbed her hands, placed them down on the side of the bed and and got up. “Sadly, I need to finish getting dressed and you…need to go check on Angie. She’s been too quiet.”

“But…” Donna’s mind was working overtime to process the fact that you had teased her only to deny her.

“You can have your way with me later.” You promised as you moved back to the closet and pulled out the flannel you were looking at earlier, tugging it on and buttoning it unevenly. “You should clean up a bit, I’m gonna make us breakfast.”

Donna didn’t get a chance to protest before you left the room, closing the door behind you as Donna sat alone in the now quiet room, mentally preparing herself for a day full of agonizing teasing. She loved it, of course she did and as long as she was patient, she would get the touch you in the way you absolutely deserved.

#sorry for how late this is omg. #anon #redoqs rambles #donna beneviento #not really ass shaking but there’s a lot of ass so here ya go! #also sorry for any mistakes

[goldenkenku]

BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS

- (Don't tag as ship btw)

#GRAH SORRY LONG TIME NO OWL HOUSE ART GUYS #Anyways yeah theyve been rotting my brain from the inside out recently just... ogh good lord #Also yeah sorry ended up having such a wonky process so ignore any mistakes or weird colors i tried ok #my art #fanart #Watching and dreaming #TOH SPOILERS #Uhh just in case ig? #the owl house #the owl house fanart #emperor belos #luz noceda #Belos TOH #Luz TOH #philip wittebane #Lord i hope im not missing anything lol

[iindigoeyed]

i imagine felix explained to kagami that he was transmasc and she was like "you can do that? really?!" and then felix lent them his old binder and well, you get it.

bonus:

#miraculous ladybug #kagami tsurugi #felix fathom #felix graham de vanily #feligami #miraculous fanart #trans #kagami is also wearing his pants too ehehe #probably doesn't own any bc strict mother :( so she had to borrow his #my kagami is agender btw! they/she pronouns #This is so SO self indulgent. i have no regrets. Enjoy. #i hope you like t4t feligami. you will be seeing a LOT of it from me. #they are very precious to meee <333 #please nobody mention how terrible those pants are. I hated every moment of shading them. #god i am so sick of looking at this. Sorry for any obvious mistakes. i am very tired. i have been working on this for 3 days #tumblr please dont ruin my image quality i worked very hard for those crisp colors i'll cry #EDIT quietly fixes the panel where felix's sleeve is missing......... #indigarts

[mel-loly]

-And yes.. They still understand each other even in different languages :]

#I thought the idea of mixing their languages was cool. and don't worry- I'll put english subtitles for those who don't understand too. #because translating everything. even for me. sometimes gets boring :'] #hope you like it ^^ <333 (sorry for any word mistakes. I used google translate. so correct me if necessary!) #also- luffy: brazil. zoro: japan. sanji. france. nami: sweden. robin: russia #(for those who doubt about the flags and don't know their true nationality) #zolu fanart #zolu #monkey d luffy #luffy fanart #one piece luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro fanart #blackleg sanji #one piece sanji #sanji fanart #cat burglar nami #one piece nami #nami fanart #namivivi #nico robin fanart #one piece robin #nico robin #one piece #one piece fanart #i'm mel and this is my blog✌️ #art mel #my art #fanart #one piece au

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about how Price finds pleasure in pain | 18+, MINORS DNI

Content tags: face slapping

Being in the military meant that Price was no stranger to pain. Wounds, big as small littered his body on daily bases and at some point he became accustomed to the aches and stings that came with having them. Not only has he grown accustomed to the pain, he’s come to enjoy it as well, meaning that he enjoys getting slapped during sex.

He’d told you about this early on in your relationship, never one to hide things from his partner. You’d been surprised to say the least but it was something you were willing to try with him and once you felt prepared enough, you decided to indulge in his kink.

You’re straddling his waist with both your hands cupping his face. You’ve been reading about the subject, discussing boundaries and setting up safe words with him but you still can’t help but feel nervous at this very moment. So many things can go wrong and the last thing you want is to hurt him.

But Price looks relaxed as ever, sporting a small smile on his face as soft cerulean eyes peer up at you beneath long black lashes. He looks something akin to an angel. However if one were to look closer they’d see his flushed cheeks and the desire swirling in his iris and they’d know he is a mere mortal, more than eager to sin.

“Ready when you are, love” he says, voice as relaxed as he appears to be with a bit of anticipation peaking through it.

Price laughs when you first slap his face, since the slap is rather soft and playful, hand still a bit unsure and careful. However he quickly ensures you that he is quite alright, kisses the palm of your hand and nuzzles into your touch.

“Do it again, harder this time, yeah?” His voice now as firm as his request and this time you see the desire trickle past the relaxed facade.

The second time you slap his cheek, he gasps in surprise and blinks rapidly.

Just as you’re about to ask if he’s alright, Price looks at you, eyes now glassy and lips wet, and voice sounding a bit hoarse when he says “Good, that was good”

As you get more comfortable with slapping him, you’ll start to see just how much he really enjoys this. He’ll softly gasp every time you slap his face, his cheeks will flush red and for a second his eyes will widen, flashing with something you’d quickly learn was desire. Because every time you slap him he’ll lean closer to your face, only to pull you in for a passionate kiss and mutter a “Please fuck me” against your lips.

You had also learned that slapping him was a rather useful tool to get him to communicate what he wants and needs since he has a tendency to get lost in pleasure and forgets how to communicate properly.

So when you notice that his words are fizzling out into mere nods and hums, and he stops responding altogether to your questions, you’ll give a soft slap to his cheek. “speak” you say to him and that’s enough for him to tell you what he needs.

You quickly soothe the sting with a gentle rub to his cheek and with praise falling from your lips “Good there, pretty” you coo, fingertips gently gliding over flushed skin. The soothing touch to his cheek is a stark contrast to the stinging he feels and that in itself has him feeling lightheaded, cock hard and weeping inside his pants and pleas for more falling from his lips.

It’s also a rather useful tool in bed when you need to steer him in the right direction. Price will be down on his knees, head buried between your legs and tasked with focusing on your release. But he’d quickly forget all about it as he ruts his hips against whatever flat surface there is, desperately searching for any sort of relief. As much as it’s a sight to see his tousled hair, the flush on his cheeks, the way his teeth sinks into his bottom lip as he chases his release, this isn’t what he’s supposed to be doing.

Your hand glides down to his cheek, palm cupping supple skin before you slap his cheek. He gasps at that, eyes blinking at you in surprise before a whimper escapes his mouth. “None of that, love. Be good and I’ll reward you for it, yeah?” He furiously nods his head at that, apologies tumbling from his lips along with incoherent babbling as he nuzzles up into your touch.

Slap him as he gets closer to his release, he loves it. It’s a sight to see since up until that point he's quite vocal about what he wants and needs. But when he’s so far gone, tethering on the edge of his release, he can barely get a word out, using gestures and noises to ask you to slap him.

He’d be pinned down to the mattress, looking up at you with his eyelids hanging low and mouth agape, drool dripping down his chin as he tugs at your hand, clearly asking for something.

“What do you want?” You cup his cheek, thumb stroking sensitive skin as you smile up at him, knowing that you’re dangling what he really wants right in front of him.

When no response comes, you tighten your grip on him, fingernails sinking into supple skin causing him to wince “Use your words”

“ so - so close please just please here, please here, slap here” Price says, eyes watery, lips wobbly and hands gently pushing yours against his cheek.

“Good boy” You smile at that before you firmly slap his cheek.

“I’m- I’m ” he cries out, unable to even finish his sentence, back arching off the bed, eyes shut tight and cumming all over himself.

Definitely comfortable with having you slap him in other places as well. You can slap his thighs, his chest or you can even slap his dick. It’ll have him quivering and gasping for breath, hips desperately rutting in the air as he begs of you to fuck him. Definitely one you have to keep an eye on since he can easily get lost in it. He’ll be all marked up from your hands, skin still tingling from your touch yet he’d be still begging for more.

Hell, at times you’ll get to the point where he’s rendered speechless, incoherent words falling from his lips, drool dripping down his chin and eyes glassy and pleading for you to do it again, again and again, please.

Will obsess over the marks you left on him, constantly rubs at his thighs, chest or face without being aware of it, too busy being consumed with the pleasant sting that comes from caressing sensitive skin.

He’ll especially obsess over the ones on his face, tinted pink and clearly visibly on his pale skin. He’ll be sitting at his desk rubbing his cheek while filling out some paperwork he’d been tasked with doing. But he’ll quickly turn rock hard in his chair thinking about how the marks had gotten there in the first place.

Definitely gets disappointed once the marks start to fade and will quickly be on your tail asking you to mark him up again.

#captain john price #captain john price x reader #captain john price x male reader #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #call of duty #verse male reader #Alec writes #is it a bird is it a plane no it’s Alec with a Drabble #also I think my fav thing is introducing y’all to this type of content in soft ways #bc not everything has to be extreme u know #also it’s price getting slapped not the other way around #for anyone wondering! #sorry for any mistakes friend #but I’m over this Drabble been poking at it for 3 hours #and that’s just editing:/

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against all odds (to wait for you is all i can do) – part ten

alexia putellas x photojournalist!reader

warnings: none (im pretty sure)

(a/n in the tags) [parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve]

word count: 5.8k

The melodic chirping of birds in time with the gentle beat of Alexia’s heart roused you, your back delightfully warm, and for what seemed to be a long time you felt well-rested–felt as if the leaded weight that made its home in your bones finally melted away because, truly, you’d forgotten the lightness of being one felt upon waking from a night’s sleep or, even more so, the lightness one felt when waking in the sheltering arms of a lover. So you sighed, content and at peace, as you breathed Alexia in when you nestled further into the safety of her neck where faint wintergreen and her delicate, earthly scent lived, familiar and evermore comforting. 

When you finally drew your eyes open, the world came to focus and revealed, in its center, Alexia already awake, her head propped on her arm with her honey eyes, just like molten gold in the resplendent glow of the morning sun, lidded as she gazed at you with a lazy smile, soft and relaxed but it ignited you with a gentle flame all the same, whose radiance only intensified upon meeting your eyes. 

“Good morning.” Alexia greeted you and it struck you just how much you missed the sound of her voice in the morning, low and soft with just the right amount of rasp that never failed to incite the desire to kiss her right then.

“Good morning.” You replied in the same tone, cheeks warming to a gentle simmer in the face of your lover’s tender demeanour. She brushed the back of her fingers on your cheek while a silence filled the space between your eyes, intimate, as you soaked each other in. But when you could no longer sustain the weight from her gaze–when you chest had filled twice over that it felt in danger of bursting from the sheer joy of being looked upon by such earnest affection–you whispered, “you’re staring.”

Alexia tucked your hair behind your ear before she countered in a voice so tender your heart ached.

“And you’re beautiful.”

No words could translate the gravity of what you felt in that moment, so you spoke the only language that could ever come close to conveying it: you cupped her jaw and caught her lips between yours, seared the missed ‘good morning’s’ and the lost ‘hello, how are you’s’ into the kiss, the pace languid but sweet, savouring the way her lips parted in this silent conversation–relishing the way Alexia tasted like summer on your tongue.

Alexia tugged you closer, and closer still but still not close enough, with a gentle pressure from her hand against the small of your back, the other now over the nape of your neck.

But the conversation was cut short, too short, when a small gasp reached your ear, electrifying you in an unpleasant way your eyes flung wide open, darting immediately to the direction of the sound to find Elisa standing at the last step of the stairs, her hair ruffled from sleep, her loose shirt creased and draped slightly to the side, mouth wide open in disbelief as she gawked at the sight of the two of you.

And what a sight the two of you must have been. 

In your haste to extricate yourself from Alexia, you ended up flopping down against the tiled floor, the carpet doing little to cushion your fall, but you recovered quickly and now you stood there not quite knowing what to do with your arms or what to even say. Alexia, on the other hand, remained half on her back and half sitting up, her weight against an elbow, the other arm frozen outstretched towards you, a clear attempt to save you from when you fell down. If the situation had been different, you probably would’ve laughed especially at Alexia’s expression: her face contorted in part mortification and part worry, brows upturned, eyes agape, and lips partially opened–if only you weren’t too flustered yourself to do so. 

Alexia got her bearing faster than you, though–damn her and her athletic condition–because she, too, now stood from the couch (and did so with a lot more grace than you did). She cleared her throat, fumbled with her hands as it looked like she tried to stick her hands in her jacket pockets before it dawned on her that it remained still on the coffee table, so she resorted in putting them in her jean pockets instead. 

“Good morning, Elisa. How are you?” Alexia said in English and her voice wavered at the end, the question infused with a guilty inflection. 

With bated breath, you waited for your daughter’s reaction as trepidation filled you, which only worsened when Elisa’s eyes darted at you, then to Alexia, then back to you again. Numerous scenarios fleeted through your mind and out of all the images your mind conjured, what happened next was not one them: you didn’t expect the way with which Elisa’s surprise morphed into smug delight, her once opened mouth now curved into a coy smile, not dissimilar to a cat’s, that only served to accentuate the mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“Are you guys dating?” Each word deliberately drawled out as Elisa posed them, punctuated by a teasing cadence that set your ears and cheeks aflame. The question, thankfully, brought you back to yourself because only you could save you and Alexia from this situation. 

“Okay, I think I need to have a conversation with you so up you go, young lady, back to your room for now.” You said as you approached Elisa who you guided towards the stairs with a gentle hand on her back but not before you placed a good morning kiss on the crown of her head. Elisa whined, but she heeded your words nonetheless, although she did sneak a wave and a cheeky thumbs up to Alexia on the way up, leaving you with an amused smile on your lips at her antics as you thought fondly, shaking your head, ‘Oh my god, this child.’ 

When Elisa was finally out of sight and you heard her bedroom door shut, you let out the breath you were holding. That really could have been a disaster, and when you looked over your shoulder, you found the same thought written in Alexia’s face. You dragged your feet back to where Alexia stood who, as soon as you got close enough, was quick to pull you back into her gentle arms. With your cheek pressed against her collarbone, her arms loose around your waist, and her chin resting on your head, you were grounded back to the moment, your muscles relaxing as apprehension began to leave you. 

“That was mortifying.”

Alexia let out an airy laugh, the remnant of her nervousness still apparent. “I know. At least we didn’t do it last night.”

“Alexia,” you groaned as your cheeks burnt anew, “please, don’t–I don’t even want to imagine that right now.”

Melodic laughter filled your ears again before it tapered off which, once again, left you two blanketed in the subtle refrain of the waking world and the warmth of the sunlight that streamed through the window. You didn’t know which of you moved first but in the next moment, you found the both of you swaying to a gentle rhythm as you held each other. 

“So, what now?” Alexia asked, breaking the silence.

“I… I don’t know.” You answered truthfully. Sure, the both of you agreed to take everything slow, but where to even start? When intimacy and familiarity were already there, strong and incessant in their pull, how could torn lovers begin to mend the fragments–to keep everything tentative and slow? Where should the lines be drawn, the boundaries set, when a profound desire that transcended physical affection already made its home in your heart, a yearning that constantly craved for not only Alexia’s company but also her thoughts? Because with Alexia, you wanted–and would always–want more.

“I think, for now, I need to talk to Elisa about this–about us.” Sighing, you continued, “what do I even tell her?”

“Well, she seems to approve.” At that, the both of you chuckled, then Alexia spoke again, serious but her tone remained light when she did. “Tell her whatever you’re comfortable with. Slow, remember? No labels for now, it’s just you and me.”

She placed a kiss against your ear and you hummed, nuzzling her neck in gratitude.

Another pause. 

“I think I should go.” 

Hard as you tried, you couldn’t hide your disappointment at what Alexia just said even though it was probably the best thing to do right now. There were much you needed to talk to Elisa about alone: her nightmares and her therapy, and now this. The only thing that eased your heart was the fact that Alexia seemed as reluctant to go, too, with the way her hold on you tightened and you responded to her touch by falling further into her, clutching the fabric of her shirt in an attempt to let her know you’d rather she stayed.

“I know. Me, too,” Alexia sighed seeming to understand what you were feeling as she kissed your temple. “How about this? If you and Elisa are feeling up for it, I could take you some place tomorrow? I did tell you before that I’d show you around.”

At the reminder, the memory fleeted through your mind and a sense of melancholy filled you but you swallowed it down before it could take root. Then you hummed in agreement, “I’ll ask Elisa about it. What’s on for you today?”

“Apart from waiting until tomorrow comes?” Alexia joked which made you giggle. “I’ll probably visit La Masia, check with Josep for next week’s schedule, then head home or visit Mamá and the family.”  

“That sounds fun.” You said as you began to kiss her, knowing that your time together for the day would end any second now. As you punctuated each word with a kiss, you continued, “alright, I should let you go now, then.”

The rumble from Alexia’s chuckle radiated beneath your palm on her chest as she whined, “you’re making it really difficult to leave.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop now,” you giggled and just as you began to pull away, Alexia cradled the nape of your neck and sealed your lips together again for a deeper kiss. Then she pulled away but not before dragging down your lower lip with her thumb as she untwined herself from you and gave you a look that made you burn all over.

“Call me later?”

You nodded.

Alexia grabbed her leather jacket, gave you a smile and one last peck on your cheek, before she strode out of the door. 

The feeling of loss that arrived upon her departure did not go unnoticed by you but before it could settle in your heart, you made your way to Elisa’s bedroom. As soon as you entered though, Elisa shot you a question without any preamble, practically buzzing in her excitement. 

“Mom, why didn’t you tell me you’re dating Alexia?” 

Your cheeks burnt at Elisa’s bluntness.

“Before we get to that, ladybug, I need to talk with you about something first.” You said as you set yourself down next to her on the bed. Elisa regarded you with a look that said she already knew what you were going to talk with her about. You wrapped an arm around her and squeezed her shoulder. “I’m worried about your nightmares and your therapy. Do you think we need to switch to a different therapist?”

Elisa gnawed on her lower lip before she spoke in a soft voice. “I like my current one. She’s cool and she makes it easy for me to talk about what happened. But I can take more sessions if you want me to.”

“Do you think you need more sessions?” You looked at Elisa pointedly, emphasising the fact that the choice was hers to make. “All I want is what’s best for you and your wellbeing, Elisa. I’m not trying to make you do anything, especially if you know yourself you don’t need them, but I also can’t just stand by and watch so I’m just here to tell you that there are options. If you need more sessions, we can do it. If you want to change therapists, we’ll both find you a new one. As long as it’s going to help you get through this, we can do it.” 

“I’m not sure… Can I–” You caught her eye again and you raised your brows at her chosen word, and you watched as Elisa nodded, understanding what you meant, before she began again, “I will talk to my therapist about it and see if I do.” 

You beamed at her, proud as you squeezed her shoulder again. She smiled back.

“So, what do you think is causing this spike in nightmares?” 

“I… I don’t know. I think I’m just nervous? Also, maybe too excited?” Then Elisa added with a small laugh, “or both? I don’t really know.”

“About what, ladybug?”

“Going back to the Academy.”

At this information, you couldn’t help but frown, confused. “Is something happening in the Academy?”

Concern must have been too apparent in your tone because Elisa quickly looked at you and said as she waved her hands in reassurance, “it’s nothing bad, Mom, don’t worry! It’s just, Coach told us there are scouts coming some time around the end of the year and I’m… I really want to play for Barça, Mom.”

You understood her apprehension but her answer didn’t tell you why her shoulders looked like they’d taken on an invisible weight again with the way her spine curved inwards, almost dejected. 

“That’s a really big opportunity, ladybug, so I understand that pressure is there for you to perform your best. Is it the pressure that’s making you think about what happened?”

Elisa shrugged, quirking her lips to the side in an unsure manner. A moment later though, she nodded and admitted in a small voice. “I just don’t want to let them down. I don’t want to let you down.”

“Elisa,” you took her hand in yours.  “Never, never. If your parents were here, they would tell you how proud they are of how far you’ve come already. You’re so strong, ladybug, and you don’t even know how much. And if you happen to fall down, we’ll be here to support you until you’re ready to stand back up again. Just know that whatever happens, you will always be enough. Always, Elisa. ”

Elisa leant her head against your shoulder then she turned her head and gazed at you with wide eyes. “You really think I can make it?” 

“I believe in you, ladybug. Do you?” You pinched her arm playfully which earned you a giggle from her. When she looked back up at you and you saw the determined gleam in her eye, the worry in you was put to rest. 

“Yes.” 

At that, you couldn’t help the warmth that surged through you and you hugged her. “There you go. I’m so proud of you, ladybug.” 

After a moment of silence, Elisa asked in a teasing tone, “so… Alexia, huh, Mom?” 

Your cheeks warmed. “What about her?” 

“Are you together?”

“It’s… complicated right now, ladybug. We’re working on it.”

“Was that why you always looked sad whenever we talked about her? Before now?” You raised your brows in surprise. You’d always tried your hardest to school your features whenever Alexia was brought up because you didn’t want Elisa to worry but you didn’t think that you were that transparent. 

“Did I really?”

“Yeah. I don’t know how to explain it but whenever you tried to smile, it didn’t quite reach your eyes.”

“Oh.” Pause. “I… I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”

Elisa shook her head. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Mom. And it’s different now. Now you look happy.”

“I am.” You admitted with a small smile. “How… how do you feel about us, though?”

“I’m happy that you’re happy, Mom. It’s going to take awhile to get used to the Alexia Putellas being around but I’ll be fine. And as long as she treats you well, I’m alright.”

Your chest expanded at her words. “Thank you, ladybug, that… that means a lot.”

Elisa hugged you then and you hugged her back. 

“Speaking of, Alexia offered to take us around the city tomorrow. What do you say?”

At that, Elisa practically jumped up, unable to control her excitement and you laughed. 

True to her words, Alexia pulled up in her car the next day a couple of hours before noon. Alexia looked comfy in her white sneakers, ankle length socks, shorts, an oversized t-shirt, and a baseball cap, and upon opening the door for her, she took you in her arms and kissed you. Her eagerness amused you and you laughed against her lips but you tangled your fingers in her hair to deepen the kiss anyway. 

“I missed you.” Alexia spoke between kisses.

“It’s only been a day,” you smiled into the kiss, charmed. “And I missed you, too.”

Time slipped you as you lost yourself in Alexia’s arms and lips, and you didn’t know how long the both of you were there by the open door, but it was apparently long enough that Elisa needed to interrupt you two. A terse cough made you pull away and, turning to look at Elisa who was standing just beneath the archway that lead to the living room, offered your daughter an apologetic smile. Elisa only stood there with her arms crossed, clearly unimpressed with the way her brows were creased. 

“Hola, Elisa.” Alexia said with a shy wave which drew your attention back to her and you bit your lip at the state of her face. You reached out to wipe away the faint smudge of your lipstick on the corner of her lips and, upon realising what you’d done, Alexia quirked her brows up as she smiled at you, sheepish. 

“Hi, Alexia.” A pause. “Wait, should I be calling you Aunt Alexia now?” 

Alexia opened her mouth then closed it, seeming to be completely disarmed by the question. And when she looked at you with plea in her wide eyes asking you silently how she should answer it, you knew just how much the question definitely caught her off guard.

“Uh, if you want to.” Her words lilted with so much uncertainty it sounded more like a question than a statement. 

Then Elisa grinned at the both of you, practically beaming. “I’m just messing with you, Alexia.” 

She then continued to skip between you two, bounding through the door and down the porch stairs, and you held your laughter in as Alexia looked after her with a bewildered gaze, mouth agape. Once Elisa got to where Alexia’s car was parked, she started to wave the two of you over. 

“She’s… she’s very funny.” Alexia laughed nervously, eyes still fixed at Elisa. Then she whispered conspiratorially, pointing to Elisa for good measure. “Are you sure she’s the same kid I met at the Olympics?”

“Yes.” You chuckled as you locked the door and began descending down the stairs. “She’s only like this when she feels comfortable around people. So, do you know what that means?”

Alexia shook her head.

You smiled at her, cupping her cheek before you pressed a light kiss on the other. “It means she likes you.” 

At that, Alexia smiled back at you with lightness in her eyes before she grabbed your hand, intertwined her fingers with yours, and kissed the back of it. And the gesture warmed you more than Barcelona’s summer sun ever could.

Then, once the three of you were in Alexia’s car, you asked, “so, what do you have planned for us today?”

Alexia adjusted her rearview mirror to look at Elisa at the back seat, smiling. “First of, who’s hungry?”

After a delicious–and a quite scenic–brunch at a restaurant located by one of Barcelona’s waterfronts, the three of you took a short walk down a nearby landing connected to the port. By this time, the sun had already reached its peak, and with the vacant sky and the high tide, the view was one someone would expect to have come out of a film; the blue tinge of both the heavens and the sea was so vivid that you knew your camera would have trouble capturing the essence of it. Image after image, you captured your surroundings and as the three of you walked on, rolls of film were exposed to the light of Elisa and Alexia, and these images, you knew, you would cherish forever. 

At one point during the walk, Alexia asked you to teach her how to work your camera, and so you did. With Elisa between you looking over at the sea, you guided Alexia’s fingers over the camera and taught her how to hold it properly, before you told her about the rest. As soon as she got it, she slung your camera around her neck and immediately started taking photos of you and Elisa. You laughed when she held the camera at arm’s length in an attempt to take a selfie of the three of you, adjusting it as best as she could to get the right angle before she set the timer. You told her as all of you returned to her car that you’d send her the fruit of her labour the moment you developed the negatives. 

About half an hour later after hitting the road again, the three of you ended up at the second stop for the day: Camp Nou’s Barça store–much to Elisa’s delight. When Alexia parked the car at a less crowded spot and began to take her seatbelt off, you fixed Alexia with a reluctant gaze, speaking in Spanish so Elisa wouldn’t understand.

“Is it really wise for you to just march in the store? You’re the Alexia Putellas, after all, there’s no way no one would notice.” 

In response, Alexia held a finger up to indicate you should wait and shifted so she could grab the hoodie that was hanging over the back of her seat. She put it on, zipped it up and pulled the hood down over her cap, then she put on a face mask and her sunglasses, her light brown hair spilling out to frame her face.

“Voila!” Alexia waved her open hands. “What do you think?” 

You looked her up and down. All of her tattoos were covered but even with her attire and her face concealed, you could still recognise her–maybe you could chalk that up to you intimate familiarity with Alexia’s being but still. So you said as you schooled your features, your voice monotonous. “Wow. You really look like a whole new person.”  

Alexia threw her head back, laughing. Then, “we’ll treat it as an experiment and see if they will.”

“That’s very modest of you,” you countered, tone still dry. 

“Thank you,” she retorted in a saccharine tone while she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and that, in turn, made you laugh. 

So then it was decided that you and Elisa would also wear face masks as all of you went on ahead in your quest to infiltrate–as per Alexia’s words–the store. Much to your surprise, Alexia’s disguise worked although she did draw some unwarranted glances, ranging from suspicion to pure amusement, due to the nature of her getup. And to your chagrin, once the three of you got back to the car with your bags of merch, Alexia smirked at you, smugness all too evident in the curve of her lips. 

After that, Alexia took all of you for a drive up a mountainside with the windows rolled down that let the fresh, summer breeze rush inside. With the wind in her hair, she began to sing along with you and Elisa to the music playing on the radio, nodding her head to the beat of the music. At the end of the ascent, Alexia parked the car at your third stop, which turned out to be the Tibidabo Amusement Park.

You knew this place was pretty high up, but the moment you stepped out of the car, even from the parking lot, the view hit you: it was incredible. The city of Barcelona stretched out far into the distance, expansive and seemingly never-ending, and you could just see the strip of blue that bordered the ports, and the colours of the city’s structures were made ever-vibrant by the radiance of the sun. The view pulled you towards the edge of the parking lot, where you put the viewfinder to your eye to capture it.

“The view is stunning, isn’t it?” Came Alexia’s voice from beside you.

“Yeah…” you said, breathless, dragging you eyes from the cityscape to Alexia and as you did the remainder of your breath was completely taken away, cheeks warming when you found Alexia gazing at you, her smile as tender as her eyes, while her loose brown hair fluttered to the breeze which added to the softness of her demeanour. The urge to kiss her then became too much so before you fall into temptation, you closed the distance and simply rested your head against her strong shoulder, an arm around Elisa’s shoulder when she stepped into the space beside you.

Soon, you began a short trek upwards to get to the entrance, and if the view from the parking lot took your breath away, it was nothing compared to what you found at the top: from the regal immensity of the structure of the Temple of the Sacred Heart of Jesus that greeted you, to the Torre de las Aguas de Dos Ríos that stood proud just behind the Temple, to the perspective that overlooked the other side of Barcelona. After another round of picture-taking, the three of you finally entered the park.

The day went by as the three of you amused yourselves with the park's attractions. And since you'd all forgone wearing masks, Alexia was, as expected, recognised by people and was stopped more than a handful of times for photos and signatures during different points of your excursion. And you watched with Elisa on the sidelines, appreciating the way Alexia interacted with her supporters, and smiled at her with encouragement and reassurance whenever she looked at you two with an apologetic gleam in her eyes.

By the time the three of you left the park, the sun had begun to set.

It was another drive around the mountain side that lead you to the last stop for the day: Mirador d’Horta. Alexia parked the car in such a way that the trunk faced the cliffside before she urged the two of you to step out and you gasped. 

You’d seen some magnificent scenes today, but this one was definitely your favorite.

There you stood, taking in the way the lights of the city burned like embers embedded in the earth. There was something about witnessing the city at night that never failed to make you feel connected, elevated, when you see the million tangible proofs of existence: under each light was a person, a family—lovers—all in their own worlds at their corner of this world you shared with them. And in your corner, in the opened trunk of Alexia’s car, was your world right beside you, and there was nowhere else you’d rather be. The three of you sat there in silence, Elisa in the middle of you and Alexia gazing over the city lights.

It wasn’t long until the day finally took its toll on Elisa, and she ended up settling her head on your lap and dozing off into slumber. You smiled down at her, brushing back her hair behind her ear as you watched her breathe deeply, feeling relieved when you noticed the peaceful smile on her lips.

“So her battery does run out. Sometimes, I forget just how much energy kids have.” The pure awe in Alexia’s voice made you let out a quiet laugh.

“It has its way of catching you off guard.” You shook your head fondly before you met Alexia’s eyes and teased, “I can’t believe she tired you out; aren’t you supposed to be the athletic one?”

“Hey! I’m only human; thank you very much. And what’s a thirty-year-old compared to a twelve-year-old?" Alexia raised an eyebrow in challenge.

“Touché. Ah, to feel young and full of energy again.”

Alexia cringed before she laughed out. “Please, stop. You’re making me feel old.”

“I’m making us feel old.”

The both of you chuckled, then took a momentary pause. You turned to Alexia and asked, "Did you run your parents ragged as a kid?”

The inner corners of her brows lifted—it was subtle, but you were familiar enough with the intricacies of her demeanour that you caught it—exposing more of her eyes, which looked pensive in the dim light, her lips pressed in a melancholic line before she smiled, wistful.

“Oh, yeah, but I’d like to think I wasn’t a menace. It’s just—you know, when you get so focused on something that you forget the time?"

You nodded. She continued.

“When I was much younger, there were times I was so intent on winning that I’d forget about dinner. So, one of them would look for me around the streets or the square. But after I got into Sabadell, my energy finally found the right outlet, and most days I’d gone home tired. Papá–” Alexia bit her lip, her eyes glazing over for a moment as she receded somewhere—a tender memory—then she shook her head. You watched the way her throat moved as she swallowed before she continued, voice raspy and quiet, “He, uh, he’d always exclaim, ‘She’s finally tamed!’ whenever I’d slump down on the couch after a practice. It was ridiculous, but it never failed to cheer me up.”

You grabbed her hand and squeezed it, expressing silent gratitude for the memory she imparted, as you smiled at the image of young Alexia with red cheeks in a sweat-soaked shirt, hair matted to her face, being chased and dragged back home to have dinner.

“No, I can’t imagine you being a menace. Mischievous, yes, and probably hot-headed, but never a menace.”

She laughed, winking at you. “Yeah, hot-headed is probably what people who knew me then would say about me. And I can’t imagine you being a menace, either.”

You raised your brow at her, smiling slyly. “Are you sure about that?”

Alexia opened her mouth as if to reassert her claim, but you saw the way her confidence wavered as she regarded you. Then she closed her mouth, now looking more unsure.

“Wait, are you being serious right now?”

You allowed her confusion to linger for another moment before you finally broke your character. “No, I wasn’t a menace, but you really should’ve seen the look on your face.”

Alexia squinted at you and muttered just loud enough for you to hear, her tone dry. “Are you sure about that?”

“Hey!” You yelled quietly, giving her shoulder a playful nudge but being careful not to accidentally jostle Elisa awake before you took her hand again. You intertwined your fingers together and pressed a kiss on the back of her hand, meeting her eyes. Then you took a moment to soak her in.

“Thank you, Alexia, for today. You don’t know how much this means to Elisa... how it means to me.”

Alexia squeezed your hand, smiling softly.

“I’m glad you both enjoyed it.” Alexia squeezed your hand as she regarded Elisa with a soft eye. Then a sincere smile lingered on her lips as she caught your gaze and said, “I think I needed something like today more than I realised. It feels good to be spending time with you again.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, clearly understanding what Alexia meant.

“I know the feeling,” you whispered. And I missed you, too.”

With her other hand, Alexia reached out over the space between you and brushed her thumb over your cheek, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear as she smiled at you with her eyes and her lips. With the city lights behind her, the soft glow of the car light bathing her features in its golden glow, and the summer breeze playing with the soft strands of her hair, Alexia looked so tenderly human, the embodiment of warmth and all that the word entailed, gentle and, oh, so soft.

The two of you sat in silence, just soaking each other in, until a ping from Alexia’s phone interrupted the moment. Alexia looked down, read it, and then locked the screen with a sigh. When she met your eyes, hers were apologetic. You smiled in understanding.

“Time to go?”

“Yes.” Alexia sighed as she stood up and tucked her phone back into her pocket. “It was Josep. He reminded me I have a full day tomorrow.”

You nodded. You gently roused Elisa, watched her drag her feet to the back seat, and nearly chuckled when she fell right back to sleep after putting her seatbelt on and closing the door. You turned to Alexia, and as soon as she closed the trunk, you cradled her jaws in your hands and pulled her down for a kiss. Immediately, Alexia wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer to her.

“I wanted to do that all day.” You whispered against her lips.

Alexia gasped when you nipped at her lower lip before she buried her fingers in your hair, deepening the kiss. “You have no idea.”

On the way back to Derek's house, Alexia kept one hand on your thigh. And with the radio playing softly as the car passed under a tunnel with lights overhead, it felt like you were in a movie.

After Elisa had gone back inside the house after thanking Alexia for the day and bidding her farewell for the night, you kissed Alexia’s cheek in gratitude. Then her lips.

With her forehead resting against yours, she whispered, “I’ll see you Tuesday?”

“Yeah.” You brushed your nose against hers before you kissed her again. You began to pull away. “Have fun tomorrow.”

“I will. I–” Alexia’s cheeks flushed before she smiled. “Bye, for now.”

Later, when you were in bed about to go to sleep, you received a message from Alexia. She sent you a link to a tweet containing a photoset that contained pictures of the three of you but mostly pictures of a hooded Alexia taken from a distance by the photos’ grainy quality, captioned, 'Alexia, what are you doing????’ followed by a string of laughing emojis.

At that, you couldn’t help but laugh. Her disguise was ridiculous in person, but captured like this, you thought it was a work of pure comedy. 

You messaged her back, 'I guess you do have reason to be modest after all.’

#ap11 #not proofread #mine #my writing #a/n: #this was meant to be longer but i decided to split it into (or else this wouldve been like 10k long or something lol) #sorry for not updating last week id been in pain for the last 2 weeks so it was hard to concentrate #not to mention i got hit by a writer's block so i needed to just take a step back lol #anyway i just need to tie up some loose ends in the next part and then against all odds will be finished in two weeks time 🥲 #also i apologise for any style inconsistency #i may or may not have been rereading frankenstein while going through some parts of this lol #will fix any grammar/spelling/prose mistakes later #woso x reader #alexia putellas x reader